As your 'mother' carries you through the village and passes the wooden huts that cover left and right of a dirt track going through the center of them all, your mind does not understand what is happening or why. Who these strange furry people are that watch you and your mother are unknown to you, as a large dark-feathered bird flying overhead seems to be the most importent thing in the world.
But shortly your attention is pulled away from this bird and towards a dark-fur'd wolf with a pink scar down the right side of his face. But your attention is not drawn to this man but to the shiny metal stick that he is running a rock along and making a *shhhllingg* sound. After stareing at this weird stick that makes a noise you begin to giggle in a clueless but happy way. The female carrying you looks down at you and says "hush now little one, swords are not for children of your age" and although you have no idea what she said, the soft way her voice rolls from her mouth makes it seem like her voice is the only sound in existence.
Your eyes dart around taking in every sight there is. But as your eyes hunt the area you miss the sight of the male with the sword glareing at your mother with what could only be described as confused anger.
But all too soon this adventure through the new land with your new mother halts as you enter a hut. The door closes behind you and the birds songs are cut off as if they had vanished. Now you find yourself laying on a hard wooden table with the female eyeing you up. Little do you understand that this female is deciding your fate, your future, and weather your life ends before it's begun. The crime she has committed by bringing you within the village could easily get her killed. With no knowledge of her thoughts you give her a innocent smile and reach out your hand towards her like your trying to grab her even though you are not near enough to reach.
Your mother then looks around the room before giving you some kind of fruit. You look at it baffled at this new discovery until deciding that the best corse of action is to put it in your mouth. This brings a smile from your mother. However this smile is removed instantly as there is a knocking sound at the door to your new home. Your mother Walks outside and a series of hurried voices starts filling up the empty sound of the hut. But you just keep sucking on the fruit without a care in the world. But the voices start fading and footsteaps start leading away from where you are.
Silence.
Pure silence.
Conpleatly alone.
With only a fruit in your hands.
Thoughts then start swirling through your young mind "where mum? Where am I? I'm hungry! What's this? What's that? What's that sound?" all of these thoughts swirl around conpleatly unorganized and jumbled in your head. Time passes. Seconds. Minutes. Hours? You do not know. But being alone soon becomes too much and you start to cry just like in the forest. Crying about being alone and confused. But quickly someone comes in. Your new mother. Then you stop crying and let out some happy gurgling sounds. She seems worried though. But what is she worried about?
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