Chapter 3: Clan Master
Drake had always had a stubborn mentality he inherited from his father, it was something that really irked the old butler, but it was also what he admired about Drake. To be perfectly honest, Butler Gerald was one of the only people in the Black clan that disliked the way Drake was always treated in the clan. However, every time he wanted to do something about it Drake would always stop him.
Butler Gerald did not have any descendants so he treated every one in the Black clan as his own and he hated the way Drake was always treated like a prisoner or outsider after all he had held the boy as an infant and watched him grow up.
When Drakes parents died he was one of the only people who looked after him, but even after his parents died he still retained his old stubborn attitude never bending even if it meant that he himself would suffer, he would never abuse his power or take the easy way out of his troubles. He was almost too mature for his age and the old Butler respected him for that.
"Like I said it's nothing, I'm fine." said Drake.
At this point they stopped in front of a small forest that led into a mountain it was in a position right beside the clan, it started beside the clan and stretched into the distance.
"Just remember, I'm always here for you." Butler Gerald said turning to face Drake.
Drake nodded and continued walking off into the forest, "Thank you Grandpa G." he said and disappeared into the trees.
Butler Gerald felt pain in his heart when Drake called him that. It had been what Drake used to call him when he was little, but since the day his parents were lost he had never called him that again.
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Drake sat at a cliff that allowed him to overlook the entirety of Black city while also giving him a good view of the stars that hung over head. This used to be him and his father's favorite spot at the waist of the mountain. Whenever he was not doing anything they would come here at night to watch the stars.
A fire burnt brightly to the side lighting up the dark, with a few cleaned and dressed pheasants roasting over the flame with oils dripping down from it filling the air with sizzling sounds and giving off a pleasant aroma.