Chapter 1

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"Oh my god again?"

You huffed. You see a bunch of birds eating the freshly picked berries on the kitchen table near the opened window. You walked up to the table and waved your hand so the birds will leave the berries and fly out the window. "Fly away ya flying feathery little shits."

The birds would always come in to your house whenever you left the window open. It sometimes made you feel special but that feeling turned into annoyance whenever some birds would leave a...Fresh fertilizer...

You sighed. You looked at your basket of berries and yep. Just as you expected. They've eaten almost everything as well as leaving a massive shit. You are trying to hold your laugh because of the dookie that the birds left. You thought you're insane for laughing by just looking at a piece of shit.

You took your gaze away from the basket to recall if you picked all the fresh berries yesterday and then it clicked. "Thank god i didn't picked up all the berries at the one part of the forest. Guess i'll just get a new basket and go out to pick up some barries...Again.."

Looking back at the basket again,you took the pink checkered handkerchief and stared at it. You can't help but remember about that one bird that snuck into your house last night and ate the raw chicken that you left at the kitchen table. You thought it was odd to see a bird eat a bird but not surprised. You thought it was even more odd that the snow white bird has pink streaks and purple eyes... Or was it pink? You don't remember.

You shook your head and took the basket to put it a the storage room and got a new one.
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You are a commoner who lives in a cottage at a not so high hill. You lived with your guardian/s before but as time went by and you got older,you thought it is time for you to live alone. It took you so much begging and convincing to your guardian/s to let you live by your own. They hesitated,but accepted nonetheless. They made you promise that you take care of yourself and made you learn cooking,self defense and other survival stuff for you to be ready at any situation that you may occur.
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"Welp i'm going out. Goodbye house," you said as you closed the door of your front house. Of course you knew that the house isn't going to respond but it won't hurt to say goodbye to it would it? Certainly not.
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As you are walking mindlessly at the path to the berry bushes,from afar you see something that isn't suppose to be there. "What the hell is that?," you questioned. You went a few steps closer and squinted your eyes to see a human like figure. "Huh...That figure looks close to a human but... It's too big to be a human...Is it a giant? No way those are real,but that definitely isn't an animal..."

You pondered wether you should come close to the thing or not. You wanted-no,needed to turn back. You don't know if that thing is alive or not and it's for your safety but... Your curious on why such a thing would rest at the berry bushes. And also irritated that someone or something's blocking your way to get some berries.

Not even more than 5 minutes,you have decided that you will check what that thing is and possibly get the berries. That is,if that thing doesn't kill you first.

The closer you went to the thing the clearer you get to see what it looks like. You stopped a few steps away from the thing just incase that thing decided to jump at you. The thing... It looks close to a human but it's tall. It's wearing a tattered brown robe. 'Is it a poor commoner?' You thought. You looked at its face and... "Woah," you whispered. It has a circular face shape and it's face has a waning cresent moon with a nose... And is that an eyelash or make up? It's eyes are closed so it must be sleeping.

You have never seen that kind of thing before. Now that you had a good look at it,your next priority is to get the berries... But the thing is in the way... You gazed back at the thing again and-wait is that oil? Is it bleeding? You didn't remember seeing that black puddle of liquid before. 'Should I wake it up? What if it's a grumpy one? What if it attacked me? But it's bleeding...'

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