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« on: May 09, 2013, 10:38:09 am »
Wendell tired of his life in the woods. For years, he had been taunted by the villagers. Caulanne was nice to him, as was her family, but they pitied him, and to Wendell, it felt sometimes worse than the bullying he had received.
He hated this village. He wanted out.
He hatched a plan. He would take what was left in the cabin, and venture into the world. Of course, the looters and hooligans who had taken everything from his father's house had ruined that plan.
So he ran.
He ran into the woods. The woods he had grown up in, the woods he knew more than anyone else, except maybe his own father- Abram, not the goblin warrior who had left him in the woods- and from there, constantly kept himself on the move.
He was hungry. So so hungry.
He saw a deer nearby, unaware of his presence. He also heard the footsteps getting closer.
Knowing that it was a choice of dying quickly for food or going hungry for now when he could find food later, Wendell ran.
Run away from my pursuers.