For the last months all he had to keep him accompanied, was a ravenous pack of hounds waiting to gulp him whole; a freakishly intelligent owl family staring into his soul with everyone of their stares; towering trees, crouching shrubs and its sneaky silent inhabitant; and the impersonal inattributive meaningless Void.
In the process he had forgotten that he looked a bit different from what a normal human looked like in none but one aspect, and for just that his mother did not allow him to appear before any other person in the village.
Even if she were to be exaggerating, smoke doesn't start without fire.
He had tried to ask her many times and every time she pondered deeply and somberly for a very long time only to decide not to tell him, and only reiterated the advice to not go to the village.
His overgrown messy hair had made it unnoticeable to see his elongated ears till now, but it looked like it had caught up to him now.
