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The Druids

From the chronicles of Sabyon

My first memories... I remember being deep within a forest. I must have been sleeping, because when I woke up, I woke up to pitch black darkness. The only thing I could discern was the thick fog that slowly drifted around me, as if it was a solid object crawling on air, merely inches from the forest floor. I was wrapped in a strange blanket of sorts, cleverly made from leaves and saplings, and reinforced with sturdy branches. I did not think much of it at that time, I was merely a child after all, but later on I have come to acknowledge the skill and finesse employed to create this blanket, which acted as a shell towards the rain and wind, and as cover when I needed to hide. This first night, I sat completely still, too paralyzed by fear to move, until I saw the luminous light forming in the sky. The light from the sun shred through the forest, like an arrow speeds towards its target. Mercilessly. Accurately. And at this day, my life began.

I swore to myself that I would find my way out of the forest before the darkness descended again, so my journey began at dawn. Quickly did I realize that I had no idea where I was, and more importantly, no idea where to go, and how to get there. I wandered aimlessly for what seemed an eternity. Being utterly alone, I wondered why it was so. Within buried and denied memories I found glimpses of others like me. Other people. Why was I here? Did someone leave me here? I did not know why, but I had a feeling I was left alone for a purpose. A purpose I had to find out for myself. I was discouraged, but yet I kept going. Late in the day, I arrived at a clearing. Lying on the forest floor was an animal, badly wounded by the look of it. It had reddish fur, with a white-tipped tail. I did not know its name, so I did not call it by one either. I put my blanket down, and gently nestled the animal inside it, and then gathered some branches from the ground to build a small fire. Little did I know that this clearing was going to be my home for the next eighty years. With berries, warmth, and care, I kept the small animal alive. And gradually, it became better, until weeks later, it had fully recovered. By then, we had become a pair, the two of us. Unseperatable, and unyielding in the loyalty towards each other. I had saved its life, but in many ways, it had saved mine too. I had found my purpose. It was the beginning of a new life, and a long friendship.

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