" What's this?"

An old man with a rugged face said looking at what seemed like a Baby?

He moved closer to it, with curiosity written all over his face. but still cautious with every movement he made.

"Hmm... It's- no... he's still alive"

He went down on his knees and pick up the baby, and for some reason. He was silent.

Not the kind of silence a baby makes when he or she is asleep. No, it was different. As if the baby was having trouble breathing.

How long has he been left here to die? But more importantly, how long has it been since he had something to eat or drink?

The old man's throughs where a mass of what he should do. He has never had a child nor does he know what to do with one.

I should take him back to town, Marjorie might know what to do.

Without much feder doors he picked up his stuff and left for town, the journey was a 40 minute walk from where he was.

Fearing what might happen to the young boy if he didn't eat something soon. He took a quick stop, putting him on the ground. Covering him with his blanket.

He than sat down next to him, taking out what look to be a bottle of water from his bag and made the child drink it.

At first, he didn't want it. But after testing it. And feeling the familiarity, he began drinking on his own.

Seeing this, the old man could only sigh. Wondering what would have happened to him if he didn't decide to go for a long walk?

A beast might have found him. A slave trader might have sold him off. A wild animal might have found him first and made waste to his flesh.

There was still Daylight left for him to make it to town, before nightfall.

I have to get going, this boy's life might end here if I don't.

Recovering his strength , the old man got up, put his items in his bag, and made his way to town with the baby boy in his arm.

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40 minutes away from where the old man and the boy.

Was a lively town, the children filled the streets with laughter and joy. The elderly where talking amongst themselves, the market place was filled with people looking for something to buy or sell. The atmosphere was that of pure Bliss.

Unbeknowns to them, chaos has yet to come.

As Chaos.

Has never walked into your home through the front door.

It will enter through the windows like a thief in the midnight light...

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The old man finally arrived at the town, still holding the baby in his arms, running fantricly through the town. looking for someone. They didn't have much care for the old man himself, but rather what he was holding in his arms. The child, without name, without family nor identity for itself.

The very child, that may or may not chang their lives forever.

She must be at her house, at this hour.

He thought about what she might say about all this. Him coming out of nowhere, with a child no less.

" Marjorie! Are you there!? Open the door please! I-l need your help..."

The old man, knocked and knocked.

But nobody answered.

The silence that came after every knock was dreatful.

The thought that she might not be home yet...

That the child might met his end right there... Waiting.

Waiting for a response.

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10 minutes had passed while he waited for her return. He's legs had become tired from standing by the door step.

He felt as if he was wasting the boy's precious time by just standing there.

As he got ready to leave, to look for someone else who might be willing to help...

"Old man? What has managed to bring you here "

The old man, with the little hope he had left, turned around. Only to see Marjorie. A middle aged woman, with light blue coloured eyes, long tamed brown hair, with a scar on her right eye

"And what do you have there..."