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Chapter four | History.

Memories of that cursed night had invaded his mind once again. That night he had seen many fall, from the weak to the powerful and now he was all alone. He lived his life following his instinct, he did what he thought was best while playing the role of a fluent leader and keeping his people safe from a future that had been doomed from the start.

His ancestors had made many mistakes and he would not be one to follow their footsteps. He strived to be fair and forgiving, but that was hard considering the fact that he has to constantly hide himself in the shadows, and from the outside world. Stories of him and his kind are told almost everywhere, whether it's a careless child seeking acknowledgement or a grandmother telling her grandchild tales to keep them in check. Either way neither of these stories have gone unnoticed and many of them are in fact, quite amusing.

People make mistakes because they're conflicted and are usually unable to figure out the right from the wrong, but some people; some people simply make mistakes because they just don't care. That was exactly what had happened in the past, leaders abused their power and made mistakes that signed the downfall of their people simply because they didn't care. But he wasn't going to be one of them, he would serve and fight for what was he right. He wouldn't make the same mistakes his ancestors made many years ago, but right now he had to keep himself hidden. He had to stay away from human contact and think about what would happen next and where everyone would go if the situation got out of hand.

The forest that surrounded the small town was satisfactory for now, but they wouldn't be safe for long. There were suspicions already arising about the inhabitant of the forest and his earlier run in with that woman - though she had seemed a bit too young to be roaming the forest by herself, had not helped much.

He had to start being more alert and try harder to fit in, but for now, for tonight he would take a break.

The walk to the surely isolated park took longer, with his injured leg and the narrow, barely there pathways in the woods constantly slowing him down. The park was where he had his most happiest memories. He would come here with his mother - but he could no longer, the main reason being that his mother has been dead for a long time and it never feels the same. The few memories he had with his mother raced through his mind and he was once again fighting himself to rid his mind of the ruinous memories.

He never really knew why he has chosen to spend the majority of his time in the shadows, despite having a stable home and more riches than he count. He felt at home in the shadows. It was how he grew up; hiding and running, always in attempt to keep himself hidden, it shouldn't have been a surprise to him that the shadows was where he felt most comfortable. But it was.

Excited laughter had bought him out of his reverie and it was then he realised he was at the park, but he wasn't alone. who would be here at this hour? He pondered the answer to his own question for a while before continuing further to get a better look, but luck was never on his side as he was halted in his steps when he saw a woman - the same woman from earlier, standing in front of him like a vulnerable deer.