In the forest, Liatart is building a small wooden house, his hand holding a handmade axe, a wooden handle cut from a tree branch, a rock he found near a river far from his camp. He grabs one walk to the other side of the river, under a waterfall, a wet and flat stone splatter the waterfall like an unbrella.
Liatart grabbed the stone and pulled it out. He walked back, a rounder and bigger stone he saw, he then grab the stone and pull it to the egde of the river, his bare feet sank into the soft sand below him, he grab a hand full of sand spread it on the stone, then he grinding
The lower part sharpens the particle mix with water; a gentle force pushes it off the stone.
He then stand back up walk back to the forest, on the corner of his eye, a sharp and long stone bury near a tree root. his grab and walks back.
He hit the stone with the longer stone and small pieces break off, when it take the shape like a axe, he stand back up, and walk to the forest again
He grabs a branch on the tree and walks back
knee down, grab the stone axe, and cut the top of the brand in half, and put the axe in between, he then tear a thin sheet of the brand and tie it together.
He stands back up and walks to his camp.
In this part of the forest, a bunch of dead trees are cracking and slowly starting to collapse; he then continues to cut each of them and take them to his camp.
As he cuts, a creaking sound approaches him; he looks, and a squirrel is running around looking,
Liatart puase, he lowering the axe and he stares at the squirrel, he then take a step, the squirrel immediately turn it head and look toward him and run back to the dead tree.
Liatart's eyes widen; he lifts his axe, and he looks at the axe. He closes his eyes for a few moments then he open his eye, he untie the axe and pull the axe out of the handle and thrown the axe away, he then drop the handle near his feet.
He then walked toward the tree he just cut down and sat down on it
As his gaze was looking toward the ground, suddenly the sound of a dead tree's branch breaking snapped him. A squirrel appeared again. It looked around
he eye widen again, he body instinctively moved and made a creaking sound. The squirrel heard it and ran away,
He paused; a drop of tear fell from his eye. Liatart noticed then his lift up his hand and try to wipe the tear. Suddenly, a drop of rain fall in front of his eye. as the drop fall more and more, then it rain
and few more tears drop, he then lowing his hand before it touch his eye.
He sat there and watched the squirrel run back to the dead tree, he entire body was soaked as the rain became stronger and stronger.
A big break from writing and focus on animation for now.