MistyDragonz

"I hast fled the hands of men, but 'tis not over." - Zorro

Chapter 1: The son who fled.
The young Vulpur was one day taking a stroll and heard the sounds of his people, of their screams. The young one went closer to inspect stealthily, And saw what he will never forget. Some bandits were pillaging his poor and frail camp. His eyes grew wide as he saw someone. He saw his mother, getting beheaded by a bandit. Before he was able to think he leaped at them, sword in hand ready to kill. Catching the bandit by surprise, He jabbed the sword into the man's chest, and had taken their life. But he was too late, Looking at his dead mother's body for a couple of seconds, he fled knowing what he must do. He left never feeling the same again, for he has never murdered anyone.

Chapter 2: The son who was denied.
The young one, not wanting to remember any of those horrid memories, wanted to leave the place where he had thought he was safe. He found a civilization but was denied the right to live there. begging and begging still denied. He had left that very same day, back to where his homeland once was, whilst preparing to sleep he looked at the night sky and the stars. There was something peculiar about them. He took out a sketchpad and began to draw the stars onto the pad, hoping to find something. He then looked at his drawing and was satisfied. he put the pad away, to study tomorrow. He then slept that night, hoping to find somewhere to stay.

Diary Entries:
Day 935 of attempting to move. After... What I had seen. I have oh so many thoughts on the humans. They all lack remorse and do not show compassion for others. They had murdered my entire camp. When I do die, I hope someone from the future can read my writings and find meaning in them.

Day 936.. Its getting really cold out. I saw a village of humans, despite my hate for them, at this point its my only choice. I'll keep this updated.

Update: They didn't let me in. I did alot, but nothing. I might head back to.. there. ill continue writing in the morning.

Day 937, I found a very nice looking town. But I hear my language? Are there others like me there? I'll go and see if I can find out more, but 'tis very late. I shall sleep for tonight and wake up in the morning, ready to venture.

Day 938: Ive gone closer to the town. I reeks of alcohol. I can tell because It's the same things father used to drink, anyways, I will cover my snout and go in hoping I can find awnsers.

Day 939: I have covered myself, but the stench is still very noticable, anyways. Turns out my people are there. I'd love to live there someday. More of my questions are awnsered, for one of the best brewers of Eldham resides in this town! I will write down more if I find anything.

Day 940: After surviving on my own for this long, I'm dedciding to have a little drink. I'll keep myself updated.

Upddaate: pooɓ os sɐʍ ʇı 'ɥo ɹǝʇʇǝq ɓuıɥʇʎuɐ pǝʇsǝʇ ɹǝʌǝu ǝʌI

Update: I was durnk and was writing upside down. Sorry.

Day 941: It's thanksgiving! Also due to the events of yesterday, I'm just not going to drink. Ever. Ever. Anyways, I cooked myself a chicken and ate it in my tent, But what was I thinkful for? I mean.. I have no freinds, No family, All I have is my food. So I guess I'm thankful for that.

Sorry, I forgot what day it was, anyways. I'm having trouble gaining confidence to go in the town. I don't know what to do.

Day: ??? Damn it, I went in, it was akward, not a single bit of money in my satchel or pockets, they asked me I wanted to live there, It was better than the tent miles away. So.. I guess I have a place here now. I feel so empty and I don't know why.

Day: ??? I saw someone brewing. I decided to copy what they did, ended up with some very sweet tea! and then.. I tasted it, It... It reminded me of my mother. Of her kindness and sweetness. I cried after that, Don't worry, I didn't cry loud enough for people to hear it.