Raising the soon to be Great Britannia

Chapter 1- Emergence

The sky was a pastel baby blue, white clouds littered the sky like cotton. The trees in the forest swayed with the wind, and the tall untamed grass followed the path. There in the tall grass stood a tall and lanky red-headed figure. The figure was gazing into the distance as if he were looking into the future, however he wasn't. In the distance thunderstorms were rolling in, the claps of thunder ringing through the empty field. The salty sea air mixed with the tell tail sign of rain and  confused the nostrils of said figure. Turning away from the oncoming storm, he made his way into the forest where he could shelter himself from the storm.

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The red-headed figure made it to the tree line just as a few feather light drops of rain began to fall. Quickening his pace the man weaved in and out of the tightly woven trees until he reached a clearing where he could take off in three different directions. The sound of heavy rain hitting distant leaves could be heard over the silence, the figure ran down the center path deeper into the forest.

As the man went deeper; the forest got darker. The forest seemed to ensnare itself the farther you went in, however this man found his way into a cottage-like house that lay near the center of the large forest, only a small sliver of golden sunlight shining through a hole in the canopy. However the light soon went away and was replaced with dull and dreary grey clouds. The figure locked the door behind him and gingerly removed his light overcoat, carefully placing it on the coatrack that stood behind him.

The man sighed and headed for the small kitchen that dwelled a small distance from the front door. Turning to the small wood-burning stove, the figure removed a small brass kettle and turned to a pump that would bring water into the structure. With a few hefty pumps, the kettle was full and placed back onto the stove to boil. The man sighed turning to a cupbard that contained a variety of flavored leaves. Grabbing the presice assortment, the man grabbed a wooden cup from the exact cupbard, and then closed the door lightly. Sprinkling the leaves into the bottom of the cup, the man waited patiently for the kettle to whis- "SCREEEEEEE!'

The man turned and removed the kettle from the stove and carefully poured the heated water into his wooden cup. The man returned the remaining water back unto the stove to remain warm. Turning away from the kitchen , the man walked back further into the house into a dim and dark family room. Lighting some oil lamps, the man opened the curtains and allowed himself to veiw the outdoors.

The rain was coming down hard. It wasn't cold enough for ice, but it sounded as though quarters were hiting the roof. The man sipped his tea and relaxed further into his chair. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and set his tea aside. Crossing his hands over his stomach and intertwining his fingers; he tilted his head back and exhaled begining to drift.

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While the man slept, the rain began to subside. Sunlight began to shine through the clouds once again, and somewhere a young blond boy lay sleeping. This young boy would come to be known as Great Britain.