Chapter 1: Prologue: First Sight


    <em>~Two buds grew together in a garden of desire</em>


    <em>In a life where they bonded together</em>


    <em>Even though the soil was dire</em>


    <em>They promised to bloom as a pair of lover~</em>


    The sun was halfway through its peak. The summer hadn''t been kind to Aster and his skin. He already wore arge felt hat and gloves to protect the area that might get exposed to direct sunlight. Maybe because the gloves were white and thin, he could feel his hand burning. He checked the red spots on the back of his hand, the spots started getting itchy, but it would be painful if he scratched it. He took one step behind to stay under the shade of his tall dad. He was against the idea of visiting the summer market, but his dad insisted, he said they would find him a birthday gift.


    The bustling market flooded with people who waited for the yearly trade. Everyone stood on the side of the road like him and his dad, waiting for the wagons that''d arrive soon. Every mid-summer, wagons in various sizes woulde, bringing the goods and valuable items, such valuable items appeared mostly on the shape of diamonds, exotic ingredients, rare animals, or the one that his father tried to find, ve.


    "Watch the wagons, we might find it," his dad said. The wagons of vesmonly shaped like those for farm animals. However, while the farm animals were usually fat, healthy, and delicious looking, the wagon for ves was overstuffed, smelt pungent, and the ves were never delicious looking.


    "Can we just buy a pet and go home, dad?"


    "I told you already. You need your own ve, you are fifteen now," said his dad firmly. Aster knew the answer already, but he never understood why would he need a personal ve. They had maids and butlers ready inside the mansion, besides, he never liked having someone followed him everywhere; he could just get a dog if he wanted it. However, they said buying a ve was the sign of early adulthood for a teenager such as Aster, for those who could afford it. Since the kingdom set a high price to own a ve, those who could afford them were mostly nobles and conglomerates.


    Charles, his older cousin, was once taunting him for not owning a ve. Heughed and told him that having a ve was necessary because ves were useful when you were mad. Aster didn''t understand why, but he came to realization when Charles demonstrated what you could do to it. He kicked his ve''s back until he fell on the floor. The ve stood again after a while,pletely silent as if that kick never happened.


    <em>''Was it necessary?''</em> Aster asked himself. His dad always told him not to hurt anyone who did not or intend to hurt you. But they said ves were not human, young Aster wondered, if they were not human, why did they act and sounded like regr people. He asked Charles'' ve about his name, but he just closed his eyes, his body tensed and he clenched his fist as if he was expecting something. He did not say anything and squeaked when Aster drew near him.


    "You''re not supposed to touch them, Aster. They''re dirty," said Charles when Aster asked what happened to his ve. That answer didn''t satiate his question, if it was because the ve was dirty, he could shower until his dirt peeled off his skin, thus, they could have the same skin color as everyone.


    Aster had many questions about this, but he refrained from asking too many questions. Last time he asked his dad about Uncle Thomas who married a dirty-skinned woman, hadn''t visited their mansion for more than two years, he was scolded for asking an adult question. Which was a shame, since Aster liked chatting with Uncle Thomas'' wife. She treated Aster as a friend than a nephew since their age gap wasn''t big after all.


    "It''s here!"


    Aster snapped out of his daydream when someone from the crowd shouted. People turned their heads to the eastern gate, bunch of wagons in various sizes, lined up with their goods to sell. It was like a parade, shy, but the luxury went downhill after few lines of wagons. Aster realized that the wagons had always been lined up in the same position every year. The expensive, luxurious items such as gemstone, exotic ingredients, rare animals, and shiny apparels were always in front. They would open the parade with their shy items inside their big, metal wagons, then following behind would be the less luxurious ones, harvested food, regr tunic and linen, farm animals, and the one at the end of the tail, ve wagon with its dirty, pungent stench.


    The royal guard always inspected the wagons, and then they would lead the wagons to the wide field designated for the yearly market. Aster and his dad followed the parade, just like everybody on the side of the road. Aster was not a short teen, he was in fact tall enough, sporting around 170 cm at the ages of fifteen. However, his dad, who was tall enough to tower him, grabbed his arm in fear that Aster would be stomped by the crowd.


    The parade ended after they reached the field. Many of those merchants set up a tent quickly, due to the summer heat. Although, Aster doubted that ve and farm animal wagons cared about setting up a tent. The sun was in its peak just now, summer heat produced stench out of the farm animal and wagon ve, who was ced on the furthest end of the field.


    Aster found the stench horrible, nothing in the mansion smelt like this. He always came to the market every year, but he never came to realize, how unbearable the smell in this section of the market. They''d alwayse to the jewels, apparel, and his dad''s personal favorite, weaponry. His dad had a peculiar taste of weaponry, des, and knives and he favored those who came from the easternnd. His dad had his special room, full of des and knives, neatly hanged with its sharpness reflecting the light. Despite that, his dad didn''t have the skill to use it. He might appear scary, tall, and scary. But, he was not by any means a violent dad, at least to Aster.


    Aster thought they would go to the weaponry wagon first, but they went straight to the ve wagon. He covered his nose out of reflect, this horrible stench, he might need to throw his clothes after this. He couldn''t describe the smell, but it was something he''d never touch. He followed his dad to the only ve wagon this year. He saw the ves were lined up like a statue, and then the costumers would inspect one they might buy. He counted the amount of ves who were put on sale today; it was twenty, mostly men and a lot older than him. They were only covered with dirty rough pants from their waist below.


    The ve wagon was not crowded with only around twelve people surrounded the wagon, some were few familiar faces that Aster recognized as his dad''s business colleagues. He noticed that most people who surrounded the ve wagon were wearing gloves, thick leather gloves. They inspected the ve''s body, but often doing it with no remorse. Aster recognized Mr. Deaconn, a colleague of his dad''s logging business. He saw Mr. Deaconn grabbed a ve''s head as if he was grabbing a ball. He also grabbed the arm, with sour face, he pushed the ve away after inspecting. Aster nced at the merchant who did nothing butugh as if it was funny.


    "Dad, Mr. Deaconn is not very nice to that ve," Aster said. He thought his dad would agree with him, but he justughed it off.


    "They''re ve, you don''t need to be nice to them."


    Aster went silent after that. He looked around the ves, who lined up, battered, tired, and probably starving. However, he must ensure himself that they were not human. They might have the same feature as him and everyone around him. But they were not human. It was what his dad and his family said.


    While his dad approached his business partner for small talks, Aster was tasked to pick his own ve. Dad gave him his leather gloves, so his hand wouldn''t be dirty. Aster joined the crowd of costumers who inspected the ves. There were five female ves and fifteen male ves. Aster looked at their face, but couldn''t do it after one of the ves looked back at him. Their eyes were pitiful, he might not have the heart to push them around. He nned to pick one that wasn''t old, or too young. He also didn''t want a female ve, because she might die if Charles or Adder, his violent cousins kicked her.


    He was not impressed, none of the ves were good enough in his eyes. They were older than he expected, they might be on the same age as his uncles and aunts. Maybe this was the reason why Mr. Deaconn face went sour. But he still disapproved Mr. Deaconn''s rudeness. Aster wanted to leave now, he couldn''t handle the unbearable stench and he wasn''t keen on having a ve, to begin with.


    Before Aster stepped out of the crowd, he noticed a boy with heavily tanned skin, that his skin glistened by the sun. He stood behind them, near the tent of the ve merchant. He was around his age, scrawny but not dying. He had a scar in his left cheek, but the most perplexing feature he had was his look. He had short, messy ck hair, thick eyebrows, deep ck eyes, and nose sharper and smaller than Asther''s. His thin lips calmly shut, as if he expected anything that would be done to him. He looked calm, with two men inspecting him. But every time they touched the boy with their leather gloves, he gritted his teeth and trembled.


    Aster approached the boy after the two men were done inspecting. The boy, who was bowing his head down the whole time, finally raised his head.


    A sharp, but calm gaze pierced through Asther''s guts. He felt weak suddenly, but not out of fear. He couldn''t fathom what he was experiencing, he slowly drew near the boy until their gap thinned. They exchanged gaze, a minute-long gaze that made Aster nervous, yet assured.


    He was assured, he chose this boy without hesitation.