My first kill
One day, while collecting herbs, Fig heard a roar of a wild boar as if it were being hunted and calling for its companions help.
Curious, Fig approached the source of the wild boar's sounds, making less noise as he quietly neared the location. Hiding behind the bushes, he saw two elves standing over a dead wild boar; it was massive, and it was the first time he had seen such a huge boar.
One elf noticed him and said, "Come out." The elf had purple eyes, earrings, long pointy ears, pale skin, black hair, and a purple dress. After waiting patiently, she spoke again, "Still not coming out? I know you're hiding behind that bush."
Fig came out from behind the bush, knowing there was no use in hiding anymore. He raised his hands to show he meant no harm and then responded, "I am Fig. I was completing my task nearby when I heard the sound of your hunting. I am just a curious passerby who happened to stop here."
Noticing that he was maintaining a distance from them, she said, "Come here."
Fig then closed the distance.
Steps...
Seeing that he had fearlessly approached them, she asked, "Fearless, ahh maybe because you have your guardian nearby."
She checked her surroundings, sensing no presence nearby, and fixed her gaze on him.
Fig clasped his arms behind his back and lifted his head, saying, "I don’t have any guardian, I live alone in this forest."
“Truly?” she put her hand on her chin.
“Yep, I have been surviving here alone for the last five years,” he said, showing his eyes full of truth.
Feeling pity for him, as he was not even 8 years old, she said, "Come join us for dinner today." She then looked at her twin sister, who was cutting the boar, waiting for her response.
"Stop glaring at me when you already invited him," her gentle voice said. She had the same appearance as her sister, just with blond hair.
"I gladly accept," Fig said, showing respect to them, with a smile on his face.
While the elf was cooking the boar, Fig sat on the ground eagerly waiting for food; it was his first warm dinner in a long time.
After the boar was cooked, she gave a huge portion of the leg to Fig, who then started eating it quickly.
"Slow down; no one’s going to take it from you," the elf said, thinking he might choke. Fig slowed down his eating.
After Fig finished eating, his stomach poked out. "Thanks for dinner, two kind elves," he said, then asked, "What are your names?"
The sister elf was happy to see that he enjoyed his food.
"Happy you enjoyed the food! I am Elna, and the one who cooked delicious food is Elsina; she is one of the best cooks in the world."
And like that, they continued their talk. Elna even invited Fig to enjoy dinner with them daily.
Fig happily accepted; he even specifically would take time out for them from his busy training schedule. He joined them for dinner every day and even started learning cooking skills from Elsina, but he never told them he has a master.
As time passed, the bond between them grew larger, and now, after years, to Fig, they were like his own mothers, and to the elves, Fig was like their own child.
Now Fig is 12 years old; it was morning, and he was searching for herbs. Jumping from tree to tree, he spotted a human who was running, with his left hand wounded, torn clothes, and his face full of pain, as if he had escaped from someone; he was a middle-aged man.
After observing him, Fig rapidly went back to the house to ask his master's advice.
Fig, heavily breathing, reached home.
"Master," he shouted, "Huff, huff, I saw a human; he's hurt! He was running in the woods."
A smile came to his master's face. "Is that so?" he said, sitting on the couch. "Did you reveal your presence to him?"
"No, Master. When I saw him, I ran back to tell you."
"Good; I am giving you a new task that came to us," he paused. "Go kill him."
The master then added, "Whether he is a good or bad human, he is your stepping stone. Prove to me that you're the disciple I raised," he ordered, giving Fig no choice.
Fig clenched his fists. "I won't disappoint," he said and ran back to the same place.
He was lucky that the human hadn't gone anywhere and was leaning against a tree for support. Fig then jumped down from the tree, and the human saw him.
"Kid, please help me. Take me to the nearby village!" His face was pale, fingers trembling, and his hand held the wounded area. He was already near death, but he could be saved if he received proper treatment.
Fig hesitated to attack. For the first time in his life, he had seen a human other than himself, but then he realized that for his growth, the human had to die.
He waved his hand. "It doesn't matter whether you're a good human or bad, but thanks to you, I will grow stronger." With magic, he began to gather wind in the air, forming a thread-like thin blade in the air, which was invisible to normal eyes.
"Wind cutsa!" he whispered and shot the spell. The wind traveled the distance between him and the human in the blink of an eye, fast, sharp, and deadly.
The human, confused, before managed to utter his next words his head was clean cut off from his body. He didn't even feel that his head was no longer part of him; without knowing what had happened, he died.
Fig, having killed his first human, was shaking like crazy. He fell to his knees, covered his eyes with one hand, and was overwhelmed by multiple emotions at the same time.
