I am a butcher.
Kind of inherited the business from my father.
We lived in a small rural town, hunting totally normal here as the wild boar, and rabbit population was still out of control.
And I was a shut-in.
I married the baker’s daughter, and together we started a nice little family.
The butchery and bakery being in our family, we are rather well known, especially since my wife is kind, and often gives free stuff to the elderly. (I know, bad for the business, but good for the heart.)
I rarely left home, I was busy tending to my establishment, cleaning my knives, sharpening them or working out. (It’s not easy to stay in shape.)
But lately…there’s been a rise in my physical abilities.
I usually trained until I couldn’t feel my arms anymore, but the numbers of pushups, cuts with the heavy blade I could do increased tenfold from a week to another. (Usually it took me 2 weeks to go from 100 to 150 swings, and even that started to slow down, so figure going from 200 to 2000 in a week…)
I still remember it vividly, even though it was six months ago.
I just cut and cut, until the bones I trained on became almost powder like, and my hands were still as steady as a mountain.
It was weird, but I shrugged it off.
Then…my kids started to grow taller, stronger and healthier. (Which is amazing, but randomly happening was something worrying.)
But in the end, it was all for the better, all was good, so I ignored it.
Well, it’s been 6 months since these changes started to happen, and I heard gossip from others too, so it wasn’t an individual case.
People started to bring more and more prey.
And the prey, changed as well.
The boars suddenly were the same size as bears.
The rabbits were the size of the boars.
Lizards with good and not poisonous meat appeared somehow.
Plants with iron like leaves and bodies appeared, and were brought to me to cut them…
It was weird…
But I didn’t mind, because I charged by the kilogram.
Soon, it got clearer and clearer that something was wrong, since we’ve been near the wilderness, more and more animals became…fiercer and much more numerous.
Folks from other villages, towns and cities started to come here to hunt.
But when they came to my shop to get their prey prepared, they were baffled.
“What do you mean, you find it weird that so much prey is being caught?
Don’t you know what happened?”
One individual said.
I asked, while chopping the head off a bear sized lizard.
Just as an information, my shop was expanded a few times already this year, and it was like I’ve been butchering in a warehouse at this point.
“Our world merged with another, and now magic and beasts are popping out like shrooms after a heavy rain!”
The other one exclaimed.
“Oh, that explains us getting stronger.
“That’s your reaction?
You are literally butchering a wyvern cub now, aren’t you feeling at least a bit surprised?”
“A cub is this big?
The meat is quite tasty.
And no, I am but a butcher, I butcher what the hunters bring me.
Other than that, I need to feed and protect my family, anything else is out of my interest zone.”
They shook their heads, and left after I minced their prey nicely, in presentable packages.
Two years later, I’ve managed to get a commission to go to the forest, and cut up a dragon.
It wasn’t that bad, the heart was given to us, and my youngest awakened a half-dragon bloodline, it was nice.
But all the fuss wasn’t really understandable to me.
After all, being a butcher, all I needed to care about my family, and the sharpness of my knives…
I am a butcher.