Pecker boys…

  “How’d ya figure anyway?” Otie asked.

  “Cause Jaromir Urjo and I how to ignite our pillars. And you always sucked at it.” Eurig replied.

  “That’s it, but how did Urjo not figure it out?

  “Cause he’s a dumb shit! He’s a newb with no insight into anyone but himself. A bitch who gives up too easily, ain’t much of a fighter either. The idiot is completely worthless. And…” Eurig took Otie’s wrist, and on it were two star pointed scars. Sudarshana chakra glowed faintly beneath his skin. “You still got the scars from back then.”

  Six months ago, before the merger of deaths. A limousine pulled up, Raido wheezed at the black automobile. Left to die, they dumped the dog onto the street, riding off the limo left. Two boys saw the evil before them.

  “Tch, fuckers. Shitty rich…”

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  “Seems like it broke its leg… Ayihcah, he’s screwed, what you wanna do?”

  “…” The dog bit his fist, Otie showed no reaction, not a flinch or squirm from the blood, nor the pain.

  “Ah! Are you crazy? Help, Oti, you need help!”

  “Eurig. He’s just afraid… It’s all right. Be not afraid, hahaha.” The dog began to lick his hand, and in seconds Otie began to pet the dog confidently.

  “Raido… What do you think?”

  “Raido, that his name?”

  Jaromir would have also helped the dog, but the way he would have would be quite different to Otie’s. Surely that scar will always represent Otie’s kindness.

  Urjohar looked down from where he was standing. He began to walk away… Eurig continued to talk, but it seemed to all go past Otie’s mind. For he stood, waved to Eurig with a few words.

  “Raido’s back, so hang tight, I’ll also return.” Down the steps Otie walked, to see the passing back of Urjohar. “Urjo…

  A tall limousine rolled up disturbing the playful Raido. “That’s the car?” Eurig stated. The door flung open, golden wind rose up, like the lamps illuminated from sudden night; Eurig’s face glowed. “So that’s him…” Arising stood Akli, the Saint Akli Graham, mayor of Ontiganel. Bony hands rested at his hips as his slick back hair opened his face to a cold breeze. Yes, indeed that was the smile of a politician; a man of discernible vanity perhaps. Corn shaped teeth whiter than the clouds ahead.