Randomness of the Encrier

Gavin Backstory

I wrote a backstory for a character I have, Gavin the pessimistic satyr.
It's too short for a book so here it is:

Run. That was the last thing she said to me. I ran, my hooves pounding against the ground, not looking back, thinking she was following me.

It had all started a year ago. Some humans had started clearing out an area of the woods to make room. Room for a factory. All of the adults were worried. Eventually the pollution started setting in, and we could all feel it.

So one day we sent out a party to plead the humans to shut it down. All the members of the satyr council, including my father, went with them.

They were shot as soon as they set foot in the clearing.

Every satyr able to fight immediately tried to go to war. Let's just say they didn't survive. And the humans took the attack as justification for retaliating. So, one night, they took their guns and started a genocidal massacre.

My mother heard them coming in the night. She woke me up, turned me in the direction I needed to go, and spoke one word: run. I obeyed without a word, thinking she would follow.

When I got to this forest, I turned around, expecting to see her right behind me.

She wasn't there.