While drowning in my despair, The tragedy I went through keeps replaying in my mind. The memories of the smoke coming from the burning houses; the helplessness I felt seeing the spear shoot through my mother's chest; the fear of death being ingrained within me. These thoughts still flicker in my mind. As I sink the feelings fade, the coldness I felt disappeared and I felt a calming warmth.
In a lucid state, I found myself standing in a thick meadow where the blades of grass reached my knees. in the middle of this grassy plain, there stood a sapling. I felt drawn toward this young tree as if we were connected. I walked towards it feeling as if I was being pulled. The closer I got the greater the force became. I reach out my hand towards the tree, as my hand reached out my body felt warmer. right, when my fingertips were about to touch the trunk, I heard a faint whistle.
The sound snaps me out of my vision and brings me back to reality. I feel the hard, cold dirt floor beneath me. I slowly open my eyes, and in front of me is a small bonfire. I smelled the most mouthwatering aroma coming from the fire. The smell made my stomach roar so loud that you could hear it throughout the forest.
"The young cub has finally woken from his slumber"
As soon as I heard that deep, raspy voice, I opened my eyes wide. Behind the fire sat a man who was big in stature, roasting meat. He had grey hair that was dreaded with long girthy locks. His skin was the same hue as tree bark. The wrinkles around his eyes gave the perception that he had seen the world, while his chubby cheeks made him seem youthful. Out of shock jump backward.
"Who are you"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
His laughter was so loud that it could shake the ground.
"You come into my home and ask who I am? The real question is who are you and why are you in my domain."
"I'm Dem, I'm fr-"
I tried to remember. I thought hard, trying to think back. But The harder I thought the more questions I had for myself. Why am I here? How did I get here? Where did I come from? Who am I?