Reason to be stronger.

At morning Alphonse asked the doc what could be the reason of healing that fast,its almost noon so he's heading back now to him. Hopefully he has some answer for this. It isn't that bad that he gets a wound in order in a that short time, but its still strange. When he arrives at the docter, his parents are in there. "I'm not sure, but I can make a test." said the docter when Alphonse was listening outside.
"You sure it will give the asnwers?" asked Sir Roland the doc.
Alphonse moved inside "Greetings dad, mom. Have you find something yet doc?" asks he.
The doc just keep staring the ground in front of him, when Sir Roland answers "We may know what caused that healing Al."
"Doc, you told them about it?" said Alphonse nervously.
"Dont blame him Al, we told him to report us anything strange about you." said Sir Roland.
The doctor went to the backroom to take something. Alphonse took a sit and aksed "What do you mean by anything strange father?"
"You know, you're not truley our..." said Sir Riland but before he could continue, Alphonse broke his word.
"Your son? Yeah, I know it. There were rumors going around that I'm one day brought and mom couldn't have an own child, but I dont realy care. You has rised me, you are my family." said Alphonse.
Tears were rolling on the face of Rose and Roland as well. "I'm glad that you think so Al, but there is something more that you have to know." said Sir Roland with a realy serious face. "You know, in the time you were born, several cities were totaly slaughtered by some beast, possibly werewolves." repeated Sir Roland.
"What have I to do with raging werewolves ?" asked Alphonse oddly.
The doctor came back, holding a silver dagger and a normal dagger in his hands. "I found them Sir" said he.
"Can you wait in the other room for a second?" aksed Roland immediately.
"Sure Sir, I'll be waiting for your call" said the doc and turned out the room.
The doc already knew that it wouldn't be a fine talking. They figured that Alphonse has some link with the attacker. Altrough they aren't sure about what has killed that many people, what kinda monster did it and why was Alphonse the only one left alive, they knew it wasnt a accident. "Al, you know the old tales. A misterious horde beas has slaughtered entire cities. I went to most of those cities and at the time of the last attack, seventeen years ago, I'v found you there. You were the only survivor." said Sir Roland.
"What do you mean?" said Alphonse afraidly.
"We're not sure but you may have some link for the end of the slaughtering." answered Sir Roland. "Doc, get in." Shouted he.
The doctor walked in with the two daggers. He took a chair and sat down in front of Alphonse. "Give your hands" said the doc. As Alphonse raised his hands, the doc made a cut on the right with the silver dagger, and an other cut on the left with the normal dagger.
"What is the meaning of cutting my arms?" asked Alphonse.
They both seem soon enough that the bleeding of his left hand stopped more faster then on the right.
"Werewolf" whispered the doc.
"What? What did you meant by that?" shouted Alphonse.
"Calm down Al, it only means that you're not ordinary boy" said Sir Roland. "I know Werewolves who are more humanly than the most people. Nothing changes." tried he to calm Alphonse.
"Why now? What does it means?" asked Alphonse.
"Don't worry boy, It have no meaning. You possibly has some Werewolves in your family" said the doc.
"No" repeated Sir Roland "His father couln't stand the halfblood creatures."
"You knew my real father?" asked Alphonse.
"Yeah, I did. He was a wise man, altrough he hated all the nonhuman creatures." said Sir Roland. "Now, I don't think we can do too much now, hoever if something else happens, please tell it us Al, okey?" said he while standing up.
"Sure" said Alphonse while staring on the almost fully healed scar on his hand.
While they all headed out, the doc shouted afther them "Al, I almost forgot. Stay away from fighting for now." said he.
Alphonse didn't gave an answer just looked back and kept walking. In front of the doc's house, Sir Roland took Alphonse's shoulder and said "It's realy nothing to worry about."
"Okey, it'll be okey" answered Aplhonse and headed the direction of the woods.

On his way, Alhonse loked on his scar the doc made with the silver blade, and there was nothing special on this one but the other one on his left arm is totaly healed already. "All right, huh?" tought he and stopped in front of the inn. He walked inside and took a sit at the bar. "Hey Keen" shouted he.
"What's it boy? You want something?" asked Keen.
"Yeah, I would need some beer, packed. Could you for me?" asked Alphonse and took the small bag that he took from the thief yesterday.
"Sure, how much you want?" asked Keen while looked for a bag to pack in.
Alphonse poured out the coins from the bag and said "as much I can take from this much."
"Alphonse ... I don't dear to ask where you got that much from" joked Keen.
Alphonse's face remained serious, "I killed for it" said he staring atKeen as he looked at Alphonse with a scared face Alphonse began leughing as a mad. Seconds later Keen as well.
"You got me for a second." said Keen and kept his smile. "Here you go Alphonse, I hope you're not going to drink it all in one" said he.
"No, I'm about to end this amount in a week" answered Alphonse and wakled out with a big bag of beer.
As he was walking towards the forest, he was thinking about a small woonden house that he saw once. It wan't close to the thieves' camp, so it might be safe. On his way when almost reached out the city Marco appeared in front of him. "Hey, Al! Where you headin?" asked Marco loudly.
"Taking a rest" answered Alphonse and kept walking.
" Whatya mean?" said Marco while trying to keep up with Alphonse.
"What I said, I'm taking a rest" aswered Alphonse a little disturbed.
"You need company?" asked Marco and smiled.
The most time Alphonse's answer was yes, okey or all right but not this time. "No, I'm takin a rest alone" answered Alphonse coldly.
Marco just slowed down, and finaly stopped. He looked how Alphonse walks away, and turned on and walked in the opposite way.
"Sorry Marco, but you can't come with me this time, its none of your business." said Alphonse in his head and kept walking with the same speed. "I'm not sure, but may I should look for a Werewolf to get some answer from him." Said Alphonse in his head and tried to remember for that mercenary stories. A mercenary band, that is formed from supernatural creatures those has thrown from thier own and has nowhere to go. Several werewolves, vampires, undeads and this kinda creatures, say the rumor. The most of time, they are defending important people and keeping an eye on some worthfully stuff. The army tried to disband them multiple times but they didn't succeed, they were knocked out. As the rumor says, an Immortal is the leader of them who lives for a thousands years for now. Alphonse never belived those tales were all real,but it gives hope now.

While reached into the forest, a strange man comes in front of him. Small, old looking man with dirty darkbrown cloths and long cloak. As they are just some feets away from each other, the old man says "you may help out a man like me with some coin sir?" and raised his right arm towards Alphonse.
"Sorry old man" said Alphonse but he noticed soon a dagger beneath that hood. He didn't saw it but he kenw. "You better leave that dagger where it is, otherwise I'll cut your throat with it" whispered alphonse with a murderious look.
The old man froze, cause he just grabbed the dagger and it was still under his cloak. The man after a shock of a minute, quickly walked away. Alphonse kept walking as well. He almost reached out the forest, and still didn't found the house he was looking for. As he walked, he listened to the birds' singing and the forset's calming songs. The quietly flowing river, the wind as playing organ on the leaves of the trees, the birds singing all around and the place and the hiding crickets. As he was listening to those sweet sounds, he missed a bend and he is heading the other side of the forest. As he kept walking, finaly found his goal. Not even near the road, a small and tiny woonden house was standing almost totaly hidden behind the trees and overgrown booshes. He hurried to it and opened the door. Nobody was there. Small house, with a table two chairs a bed and a small furnace in it. Everything was cold as ice and dusty just like the doc's books. Alphonse wasn't a person who cares where he sleeps so he just threw his bag on the table and lied down on the bed. His only comrade was his sword with him, hanging on his right side. It was a long and thin shining sword. It was the first that he grabbed when he heard a womenly scream. It was familiar. He barely could rest some seconds and there is trouble areadly. He ran as fast he could, reached well soon from where that scream was heard from. Three bandits were stranding around Violet, who was swinging with a inch long dagger. "What do you want with that toothpick sweetie?" asked the one.
Before Violet could answer, Alphonse stepped behind the one and said, "Cutting your throat! What else?" and he cut the throat of the thief immediately.
"Shit, he got Wil" said the, but before any other word could come out his throat, Alphonse has cut his too.
Alphonse moved with an incredible speed and beheaded the third one. As he turned to violet, she couldn't recognize him. Alphonse's face didn't reflected anything just the blood was flowing on it. After Alphonse saw the fear in Violet's eyes, he returned. Cleaned his face and stepped to Violet. "You all ritght?" asked Alphonse with a smile.
"I am, but you as well?" asked back Violet.
"Sure, why?" asked Alphonse with a wierd look.
"You were totaly twisted just yet. I saw you never kill anybody, and that look. It was scary. Like it wasn't you." said she while hugged Alphonse.
As Violet hugged Alphonse, he felt for a second that realy nothing has changed. Alphonse decided to not run away and get drunk, rather become stronger in order to protect the ones he love.
"Violet, lets head back to the city." said Alphonse and began to walk while covered Violet's face from the deads. When they were gone from the deads, Alphonse stops "I forgot my bag, wait a sec" and runs back to the house, grabbed his bag and on his way back, chekced the bags of the thieves. "Sorry guys, but I realy need this now" said he and ran back to Violet.

As they reached the city, Alphonse and Violet separated thier ways. Violet to home to her grandparents and Alphonse, to the stables. At the stables he found Lesley, the stablemaster. "Hey Al, your father was looking for you" said Lesley as he saw Alphonse coming.
"What do he wanted?" asked Alphonse.
"When I asked the same, he just said its none of my business. Were you making some trouble again?" asked Lesley.
"Not more than usual." answered Alphonse and lauhged. "Hoever, I want to buy a horse, wich one of em is good?" asked he.
"All of em is good, what do you want with them?" looked Lesley a bit wierd cause Alphonse rather walked than rode.
"I'm just going out the town for a while" answered Alphonse.
"Sure Sir" joked Lesley, and took a strong horse, it was dark as the night. "He is a realy strong one, he will take you wherever you want" said he.
"Great, thanks Lesley. Hold the rest" said Alphonse while took a bag of coins from his jakcet.

As Alphonse got at the entrance of the city, the jumped on the horse and headed the main way. He looked once back yet, to see once more the place he can call home and the place he would leave for a while. One drop tear rolled down his face. He turned away, and began his journey with his newley bought horse, a bag of beer and a sword and one aim, know who he realy is, and become strong on that way.