Chapter 44

Kain approached the familiar village's gate and was welcomed by a smiling old woman, whom he assumed to be a high priestess and who looked like the goddess of wisdom with her raven curls and pearly white skin. Kain noticed that she wasn't just a mere faerie. She was also an alchemist. A powerful one. Camella puffed with pride to the new hunter of their village, "Welcome newcomer." "Who are you, young sir?" She asked and watched as he took his prize: meat for everyone for the rest of the week, which this new young hunter provided without complaint. Faith indeed intervened in their famine.

"My name is Kain of the North, milady."

"Welcome Kain of the North!" The crowd cheered again as the elder men helped him with the meat, and some offered their admiration for the young man. Some of the women took the smaller prize and helped the men into the fire. Kain smiled at the impressive cheering. It was informal, but it was reasonable. He was, after all, a predator, and these people were