A small boy, no older than five or six, walked along the stone road. The soft sound of snow crunching beneath his feet could be heard ever so slightly in the harsh, piercing winds of the winter.
The cold danced across his bare skin, but it wasn't a graceful dance. It felt like the dancers haven't practiced; that they were wearing spike cleats as they thudded along, stepping in all the wrong places, striking the bone.
He continued to trudge forwards, mindlessly passing peoples houses. The faint light coming from a window could be seen through the heavy snowfall.
The boys empty green eyes stared at the windows as he passed. Everyone would stay inside, where it was warm; and here he was, an orphan roaming the streets on dangerously bitter cold nights.
The boy lifted his foot, trying to walk but the chill had gripped his nerves. He fell face forwards into the snow, staring blankly ahead of him. He wasn't dead, despite wanting to be buried feet under the ground.
A shadow loomed over him, causing the boys eyes to dart to a figure that had appeared before him.
"You are cold." An almost static voice spoke. "Do you have a place to go?" The sound of beeping could be heard from the figure.
The boy shook his head.
"Do you not have parents?"
He shook his head once more.
"Cal you tell me your name?"
"Kigahen." The boy rasped.
The stranger was silent for a moment, before speaking, "Would you like to come with me, Kigahen? I have food, shelter, warmth; everything needed to surviving."
The small child gave a small nod.
"But in exchange, you will be raised by my kin, treated like my kin, and when you are deemed old enough, you will work for my kin." The stranger held out their hand. "Is this a deal?"
Kigahen didn't hesitate to shake the metallic hand. He was 6 years old, tossed on the streets. At this point he was desperate.
The stranger pulled Kigahen out of the snow, a smile on their face. "Come along, Kigahen. Let me show you the Nasods."
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Behind Bloody Chains
Random"I don't remember much of the days before the Nasods... But I remember the piercing wind and cold... Oh, it was so cold." Kigahen was an orphan trying to survive on the streets. Then one harsh winter he meets a Nasod, a mechanical humanoid race, who...
