Seven years before.
Elian picked berries with his mother. She was a horned demon, with hairy, dark gray skin. She is short, somewhat stocky and broad-shouldered.
The day was sunny, after a week of continuous rain and mist storms. So mother and son decided to go out to pick berries, taking advantage of the beautiful weather.
In the surroundings, trees of red berries used to grow, the most delicious, with which the demon used to make a sweet sauce, similar to jam. Elian loved that sauce and combining it with bread.
"Mom," the boy spoke, holding up a basket, "have you ever felt differently?"
The mother demon froze as she picked a berry. "Different?"
"Yeah...as if...your body isn't yours."
"As if my body was not mine?" The mother seemed confused. "What do you mean by that, my love?"
Elian shrugged. "It is difficult to explain…"
"Is it because you are human?"
