Chapter 2 - chapter 1

Faizure sat upon a log, chiseling away at an apple with his hunting knife. He's been doing anything to keep his mind off his arranged marriage, in which, he decided was unfair and just came hunting. But not alone. His father had told home to take his servant, Hollow, two years younger than him, with him or he could not go. God, he could barely breath with such a tight chain his father keeps on him. Hollow lay on the ground, his yellow skull mask bright against the greens of his hair. He's being married off, too. Just so him and his family can become rich. Besides, even if they protested, it wouldn't matter since he was level one. People on level one have their lives layed out and planned for them, regardless of what they want. Since everyone is born at level 2, level ones are counted as sacred and they can never be put in danger. That's why him and Hollow are running. They don't know where, but they have to. And their doing it tonight.