I wake up to the sound of birds chirping overhead. I sit up and eat some of my berries for breakfast. I'd shiver from the light breeze that caressed my skin as the sun slowly came up. I'd yawn and decide that I would be on my way. I stood up and started walking through the forest along side the creek. I'd kept going for a little ways until I heard a rustle. I'd stop and look around, scared that something might happen to me. A tall and very well structured man would come out from behind a tree. He had ears that looked like a wolves and claws that were like blades. I'd drop my basket and scream as I ran from him. He was much faster then me so there wasn't a high chance of me escaping. He'd tackle me to the ground putting his finger to my lips and telling me to be quiet. His body weight was to heavy for me to move my own body. With my only way of defense I bit down on his finger as hard as I could. He pulled back quicker then I excepted and mumbled "You little-". He picked me up making sure I couldn't move my legs or arms to escape. I scream as loud as I could and did so for as long as we walked. When we finally hit our destination my throat hurt for all the screaming I had done so I kept quiet. He brought me into what looked like a village. He took me inside a house with many more males. He set me down on a bench and a different male came near me. This one however has white long hair and looked older then me while the one who has brought me hear had black hair and looked about my age. As he came closer I scrambled back into a corner scared of what he might do. He gently grabbed my ankle and looked at my leg. I looked at my leg just now noticing that I had a cut on my leg. The male that had brought me hear spoke to the other men. It was clear that he was speaking in English so I quickly said that I spoke English to. The man looked at me oddly. "You can understand what we're saying?" He said in a surprisingly deep voice. I nodded "Yes I also speak English!" He looked at the other men surprised. "Oh ok then. Well this man is going to help you." He said pointing at the man who had a hold of my ankle. "I'm really ok! It's not that big of a scratch and there's very little bleeding." The guy who had brought me here growled at me as if what I had said was offensive to him. His growl was mean and I backed away even more. His growl brought tears to my eyes because it had scared me. "I-I'm sorry." His ears went down and he quickly picked me up cradling me in his arms. He took me out of where we had been and brought me up into a cave. He set me down on a pile of hay which was surprisingly soft. "My name is Carson." He said. I looked up at him with tears rolling down my cheeks. "My name is Xaria…"