Hilda and the Werepup

Chapter 9 - The Werepup's Backstory

"Listen, we can't just abandon this place, this place is out home! We have to stay and protect our son!" 

"But we're being outnumbered! Listen, your brother and sister are dead, my sister is dead, and now all we have left is him!"

He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what his parents were going on about. He didn't know why the place he knew most was in flames. He didn't know why everyone else was dead. He didn't know why he was being hunted.

It really isn't easy for a baby know all this, after all. He stared as the father picked him up and used his other hand to pull his mother along with him. He stared as his mother was yanked away from his grip and shot. He stared as his father broke into tears and refused to move. He stared as his father, despite the pain, fought against the bad men. He stared as his father was pulled away from him, and he was left all alone. He looked around. The flames had died down and drops of water fell from the sky few by few, and soon the drizzle faded into a heavy rain. 

A baby, stuck in the rain. 

"Look it's a baby!" a figure gasped not so far away as he flashed his torchlight at the baby. The baby squinted from the bright light, the only light in the pure darkness of this forest. The figure picked him up and held it gently in his arms. He happened to be a middle-aged man with brown hair and a beard, in a yellow raincoat. 

"Oh, Merlin, who would leave you out like this in the cold darkness. Better to take you back to Trolberg with me!" he put it in a basket in front of his bike and attached his torchlight to the front. As he drove, the baby wouldn't stop staring at the direction where his father was pulled away from. He was wondering if his father would ever come back to him. 

He wasn't killed, just taken away.

When they got to a lake, the man washed the baby, rubbed the dirt and mud off him, revealing silver hair.

"Holy... silver hair... it's strange enough to find a baby in the middle of the woods, not even crying, but silver hair?!" the man exclaimed as he studied the baby. "I'll bring you back to the city and find your family!" 

When they reached the gates of Trolberg, the man cycled up and down the streets, only to be stopped by a cat sitting in the middle of the road.

"Oh! Shoo, shoo, you little furry bastard!" the man shooed as the cat kept yowling at it. The man groaned and put the basket with the baby inside on the ground as he lay his bike sideways onto he floor. 

"Come on! You're blocking the only way through there're parked cars everywhere now shoo..." as the man was busy shooing the cat, the baby stared into the dark alley next to him. He got onto his knees and hands and began crawling into the alley, only to find dumps. He felt cold. He felt lonely. He was wondering when his father was going to come pick him up. Just a baby having no idea what was happening, yet he didn't cry, not a single teardrop. 

"Oh goodness... what happened to you?" a young lady ambled towards him. She knelt down.

"Are you okay? Do you know where you family is? Did they abandon you?" 

The baby stayed silent, not even a "goo-goo" was heard. Just silence.

"Did they abandon you? Aww, you poor thing..."

"Hey look what I found-" another furry-like creature appeared on the other side. "Oh. You found it first."

"It's not an 'it', Tontu, it's a baby. Look, he seems so lost and cold he can't even speak!"

"So uhh... you're gonna take him back with you or...? There are rainclouds above so I think you should hurry and make a decision." Tontu suggested as he hopped back into Nowhere Space, soon coming back with a ragged blanket, "Here, use this."