Never Number One

I am Kylan and I live in a power based society. Magical, political, monetary, all of it determines your standing in life. The weak are killed and the strong are praised for killing the weak. It's a sick society that I couldn't handle anymore, and as I am way too antisocial to try and fix said society, I ran away; I took with me only my books, ink, and gardening supplies. I left to the mountainous Dalham, or the Shifter Kingdom, settling in a vast cavern in the side of the mountain. I most definitely plan on expanding it through the mountains later, but that is later.

Its been 10 years since then and I am 16, now a shifter is wanting to have me rejoin society. Oh, goodie.

"What are you doing in shifter territory?" He growled, low and throaty, a bear like sound actually.
"Well, I live here, obviously. Can't you see that?" I turned with my basket in hand, "You want an apple?"

So the title, I actually found it in a one shot book and thought it was perfect. Thank you for that, I was having trouble thinking of the title. However, this story is nothing like the one shot, just so you don't think I'm using someone else's ideas. If you find a story very similar to mine, there isn't any connection. I would prefer people didn't use my ideas or places as basis for their own story. If you do, just message me and I am like nearly 100% gaurnteed to let you use it, but please ask permission. Thank you for listening, please continue on to the story.