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He woke up to the sound of boiling tea. The tea pots cry gets louder and louder, its pitch ever so slowly increasing. Slowly, memories begin to fade in and out of his thoughts, which he paid no heed to, not yet. He darted out of the thing he calls couch, adjusted the heat on his borderline trash stove and hastily removed the pot from the searing hot stove plate. He raised the lid anxiously of the tea pot. The sweet fragrance of the tea wafted into his nostrills, luckily it had not turned bad. Carefully the tea was poured into the only thing, besides the pot and the few, dashingly red, tea leaves, not looking like trash, his cup. Slowly the piping hot tea entered his parched lips. Sighing in deep satisfaction, he made the first notable attempt to figure out his surroundings. Flickering white lights illuminated a clearing with a crooked tent, standing lonely in the wilderness. A young boy stood straight in front of, what seemed on the first guess to be a failed experiment of an inductive stove. His short, skinny frame was nearly hidden underneath his hair. Two short arms were jutting out of a ripped coat with faded colors. Unsuspecting traverlers might mistake him for a wild sentient ape if there were not his distinct facial features and the intelligent gleam in his brown eyes.
Suddenly his bones began to crackle. His small frame began to grow, distinct muscles could now be seen on his slender arms. He laughed silently, it was a success. For seven years he had been in seclusion, diligently cultivating his tea plants. Now that the first harvest was a success, he began to pack up his lose belongings and wandered towards a direction he losely remembered to be the way towards a town. Curiously he began to test his limits in the forest. Even with fifty kilograms of clothes and other stuff, his jumping height exceeded a fully grown person. With a deep edged smile he began to speed up. Satisfied with his speed equal to a cheetah, he began to sneek up to the edge of the forrest. Cautiously he observed a group of what seemed to be two young hunters. They were in the middle of a heated argument.
"For the last time Henry, we won't hunt it, we do not even know what it is. Maybe that thing isn't even a beast." a man in a simple brown coat with golden embroidery tried to convince a a short guy in his twenties wearing black clothes.
"I told it to you already, I saw it. This spirit monkey has planted spirit plants. If we dont snatch it away someone else will do it. It can already be considered an act of friendship to invite you to such a treasure, yet you still want to forfeit it. I am going to claim the treasure, follow me if you have the guts." Henry countered.
"Sigh fine. I will follow you, run there quickly, I don't want to fight the wolves, they roam around here." the other hunter resigned to follow the black clothed midget.
They quickly ran into the forrest, a few bushes and trees separating them from the "spirit monkey".
He snickered coldly.
"Fools." he whispered as he followed them stealthily.
The unsuspecting duo continued to bicker quietly as they made their way to his former camp.
He smacked his lips, his entry card to civilization presented itself infront of him.