In the outer edges of the mountain range a small cave that housed a boy was filled with lively disturbance.
Sitting near the bonfire naked. And staring at his dried clothes hung up by a pertruding stone infront of him and behind the fire.
He munched on roasted rabbit for desert berries that he foraged.
Two months passed since Fin's birthday
He found this cave empty fortunately after a few hours of painfully traversing the forest.
After living off of forage, roasted rabbits and the fruits that he stole he found this strange way of living. Much strangely his left arm was almost healed.
The fruits.
They were abnormal.
It gave him a much faster natural regeneration. By now all his broken bones and wounds was healed other than his arm.
Talking to the cooked rabbit's head.
"Dang, the hunter must have been a witch or something, cause this is just nuts. My luck is so weird. It fluctuates like it has a mind of its own. A mind that is in turmoil or sumn. Isn't it strange?"
He glanced at it's eyes waiting for a response but nothing came out of it. He chuckled and devoured it disgustingly.
'No manners in my cozy home baby!'
With leaves from spruce trees acting as his bed, a cluster of sticks as his heat with four branches to act as the roaster and a barricade of branches covering him from cold and beasts.
He really made this small cave his home.
It's like a small room just for a deranged little boy to seek refuge in.
It was bitter.
But he had to grit through it.
As grit was the most important factor in life.
Be it in the dream or in the waking.
This philosophy would grant him strength in dire situations.
How powerful the thought process of a human mixed with rationality and will is.
This 11 year old displays the essence that encompasses grit, with this disturbing situation that he is in.
Such a sight to behold, marvelous young Fin
He stood up wiping the junk on his face and drinked water from his scabbard turned into canister temporarily. Examining his rations kept in security in the farthest side of the cave along with his dried rabbit meat rack.
He estimated that this was gonna be enough to last him a few more weeks without hunting. A few weeks enough to fully heal his body and properly use his splinted left arm.
And after that he was gonna venture to the city again.
To seek justice.
He took branches from his wood pile and putted more fuel to the bonfire.
Using his lean pale right arm. He gently placed the branches aside that acted as his entry and exit to give him passage.
He took a step outside and was met with the bright white sun. He inhaled fresh air and found weird joy in the smell of wilderness.
The smell symbolized that he lives.
That he is alive.
Breathing and is capable to get his revenge.
His wraithful, judgement shall be upon the bastards that ruined his new life.
The zinks were gonna meet their ender.
The one that will stand victorious.
The thirsty revenger.
Speaking of thirst Fin wiped the dark thoughts that acted as his drive out his mind.
As he needed to fill his canister once more.
He walked towards the forest that had a 200 meter distance from the cave and mountains.
It was like a split that a dead god gave.
Upon arriving on the familiar pond he broke the thin ice and a dove his scabbard filling it up.
Fin stared at the bubbles from the scabbard that came to surface. Unaware that a figure was behind him.
"Fent?"
Startled and traumatised Fin jolted and slashed his water filled scabbard to the voice.
It was mastefully grabbed by the owner of the voice. It was the hunter from before, the gardener as Fin called them.
"H-huh?"
Met with a familiar face he quickly retracted his scabbard and stared at her circular glasses.
"LOLA ELISE!?"
With a warm comforting smile she said with her cozy old voice.
"What are you doing here my b-"
She was interrupted as quickly Fin hugged her tightly as tears streamed from his eyes.