Episode 1 | The Welcoming

"This is bad" I utter to

myself. My carrier lightens with the loss of my tent. It belongs to the

sky now, along with all my dry clothes. An angry wind robs me last night. Leaving no choice of sleeping with no shelter. I hide from the anger between rock crack under the hill. Cold is what keeps me company.

The next morning still griefing on my tent I swing my head looking deep into the border where a line drawn between savanna and the woods. "Where is the path?" wonder if the path were rob by the wind as well.

I checked my compass,

and she just swimming around. Wonder if the north were rob by the wind. It almost mid-day and I haven't get my tea. Drowning in your own clothed. Getting colder as the air blowing softly around my neck. "Dang it." That's when I looked down to the stream where the rain skin this mountain alive revealing its rock. "way down must be way home."

Among the trees make fire I did. When the flower is dancing gracefully a life filled my body once again. I almost forgot what being a living being is like. In the heat, I dry my skin. The fire's smoke smells delicious. Sipping my tea make burn-in mouth one or two was worth it.

Beware the ***** man! These woods were haunted with the ***** man, roaming around demand its tea. Beware the ***** man! Its appearance will rape your sight. I humor myself. I stood up from long crouching, I can feel only certain parts of my skin were warm. That is when I notice two men stay low and closing.

Like an ambush move. They stood up along with me. Revealing their long knife-like sword. Me on the other hand, reveling my dong.

They looked young, slightly older than me. with face build, I never know. They looked alien to me but still humanly related. Their clothing was a three-layer of fabric, like prepared for cold weather but too poor to buy a decent warm outfit. appear to be used very often. Heck, maybe it's their only cloth. No sigh of zip, all button-like system for clothing, maybe missing one or two. A tiny rope here and there to attach each end. Boots made from animal skin, not very well made. Very old style.

Their drawn sword, not long but sure can kill, I see a bit of rust spread along the blade. Not a

fine made. It looks like very bad maintained.

The sword, the eyes, the weird cloth, from there I know they mean harm. Outnumbered is scary. I take my hatchet and run in the opposite direction. You never know how fast can a man run *****. Society slowing people down.

When I have thought of escape in my mind, a split second I notice they plan an ambush well.

Behind the tree a man waiting for me with a drawn sword. It was a close call but I throw my hatchet hoped I could stun him for a second.

Aftermatch he got axe on his shoulder and I got stab on the gut. This is

an example of a bad gift exchange.

I ran. Adrenaline flow thus my pain was gone. My gut muscles were tight keeping the blade stay intact. I ran far. Far enough the ground no longer sloping. In the middle of the valley, a river cut half the land. A small cave I found give me some shelter. Get some rest and take care of my wound.

I grab a couple of leaves. And try to dress my wound. Make donut shape of leaf shack. "Not gonna pull it until I'm ready." Tied it up with some rope from bark skin I collected with shard stone. With some stick and rope, I make a trap and install them where some unfortunate rodents will passing by. So I spend my night starring at fire ***** trying not to die from cold. I could not sleep knowing what will happen soon.

Then, the adrenaline wears off then it hit. the pain is intense. No feces comes out of my wound. "I'm in luck," that is how I respond knowing that. I could just sew my wound back together. "now Bara, bet you regret not to take

medical school."

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