Blood Thirsty Times

A few days after the sacrifice ceremony when I was in a position to walk by myself. I went to visit the boy.
“Hello?” I called.
“What? What do you want?!” He replied, anger in his tone.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“Well, you have now, so get lost!”
“I am so sorry about your brother. Forthwind? Is that his name?”
“Yes, that's him.”
“Ugh, so, I am terribly sorry.”
“I know.”
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
“You can take me away from here. I can't live here any longer.” It was the sad tone of his voice that convinced me to let him come.
“I will, I know not where I am going, but it's away from my past.”
“What is your name? I am Terrowin.”
“I am Sadon.”
“How old are you Sadon?”
“I am 13 summers.”
“ I am 15 winters” Terrowin replied.
“ Shall we embark on our mysterious journey Terrowin?” I asked.
“Yes Sadon. But allow me to collect my few belongings. Also, Sadon. I still hate you!”
“ I can understand your position in saying that.”
“Good!” Replied Terrowin.