A Thug's Pure Son

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There are many adventurers around, there always was. It is a dirty
manner anyone can handle to their own capability, like Cale. Who used to
 be a son of Poacher living under unbearable conditions, who used to
have been tortured for smallest mistakes he was making, unfortunate boy.
 However, by no means it was anyone's fault. Everyone, after all has a
pure and dark side, it is just the balance between this two side decides
 on one's destiny. Even his father once was a man with a pure heart.

He used to live a decent life, perhaps a bit jerky but still, no hard
would ever come from him. He had a decent job where he was making his
money from as a trade-dealer and he was always entrusted on any matter
more than anyone. Even though, his early and so dramatical losses in his
 life grown him as a true man and shaped his life from scratch.

Then as every man would, he found his equal soul that would come only
once in an one man's life and he didn't let it shift through his hands.
He held it and claimed it with all the desire and admiration he could
gather within himself. Her name was Aren, only daughter of a rich
governor who gave out his darling without any question to this young,
handsome and successful man who helped carrying his burdens often.

And, they were married all in an instant and lived happily and
peacefully for twenty-two years. Well, if you don't count the War of
Mercenaries and a few accidents here and there, they were happy as ever.
 Until this one day when the Akal's magic poured through the rivers
while Aren was bathing inside. It all happened in an instant. First
caught her legs, then slowly began surronding around her naked thin and
firm body. Until Aren's resistance was broken and lost herself
completely to this unseen spell of Silver Mage. Then she disappeared and
 never came back.

Now-old and desperate trade-dealer, Maner was sitting aside his bed.
Holding their baby inside his arms, trying to accept the fact she will
never return.

Then everything in Maner's life was torn apart completely. His business
was no more, as was his life. He couldn't bear this once-beautiful and
meaningful village to him anymore. As he was leaving, he left this
heirloom of his family which was coming from one generation to other
back with the baby just in front of the doors his life passed away. And
he was gone too. That old baby was left to dead until luckily a random
merchant founded the baby and raised him as he was his own. While he was
 growing to a man and now with his new family of Pieceloghers', rumors
began to spread around about a newly-founded thug party terrorizing the
surronding area. Ulros' wife begged him to move somewhere else and leave
 everything behind just for the threat but Ulros didn't listen her, as
he was no coward. He took his three sons with himself and went to
fortify the fences. He thought, as his three sons: Elmo, Kuyor and Cale
thought, it would suffice but it didn't. A few days later, Senn was
heard screaming from the river she went to take water. When the family
reached her, it was too late. She was gone. Then, a few minutes later,
loud voices began to be heard from home back. They all hurried in an
instant and was faced with this new thug party whose rumors were
spreading around. Seemingly, they found this lone home, away from any
crowd area quite easy to rape and loot. But they didn't expect to see so
 much male power and specially the Cale himself. It was a great shock
for one of the thugs but his display didn't even lose a bit from his
wicked image.