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Screech! “Haah, there it is again. The sacred beast of the Achtung forest.” An old man sitting inside of a warm wooden house with a fire lighting up the room and bookshelves lining the walls. This was the village chief, Jueorje No last name, as all of the orphans in the village had.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the small village was a toddler, around three years old still walking funny. His mother looked down at him. ‘My pride and joy’ she thought, staring into his pure white eyes like the scales of the sacred beast loving on the Achtung forest. The poor single mother grabbed a hold of her one and only son and carried him to their bed and lied down holding him tight to her bosom.
“Mom, mom.” The little boy tugged on his mothers sleeves as he had awoken to the sunlight streaming through the broken window.
“Moooom. Wake up. I want to go outside.” The little boy was known to be quite curious for his age which had led to man... accidents which his mom was held accountable for.
SCREECH!
His mom grumbled in her sleep, dark bags hanging under her eyes from the long days of work. The little boy decided that since he was the “man” of the house that he would go and check it out. He walked over to the door and reached up for the handle, he stood on his tippy-toes and reached, stretching his hand out and just barely missing the doorknob.
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“...give it a month” he grumbled and jumped up, grabbing the doorknob and swinging it open. He walked outside and started to walk towards where the sound was coming from. He closed his eyes and thought hard. His thoughts left his unconsciously walking body and reached back into hit memories he started to unknowingly walk towards where he had heard the sound from earlier and this resulted in him crashing into the wooden fence that surrounded the village.
“Hmm guess I’ll go back” He turned around, but stopped when he noticed the small tunnel that seemed to be dug under the fence. He swaddled over to it and crawled through it resulting in being covered in mud when he got out. He walked past trees and rocks, squirrels and raccoons, all types of animals. He saw one which he particularly like though. His mind wandered off from his original task and onto something completely different (As three year olds do). What he found so interesting was a flower with furry legs, it was around half his size so he thought that it must’ve been safe. He went up to it and touched one of it’s pedals. It shriveled up and turned to dust. Boom. The ground beneath him erupted and a giant blue, teethed plant held his fragile little body in one of it’s many thick vines that it can control at will. It lifted up the boy who still looked rather curiously at it and held it above it’s head, it dropped him down and he finally had a look of fear on his face. Suddenly, everything froze and a gigantic white snake came and touched the plant with it’s tail and vaporized it. It then took th boy and dropped him off in the village once again. 10 years later the same white eyed boy was playing in the street and heard the all to familiar screech of the Snake which had saved him. He sprinted to the forest and went through the secret exit he had made long ago and reached the spot where he had been saved that day and in front of him was a Magestic 30 ft long snake staring down at the awed boy from in between the trees. As started the story of the boy and his companion who would rule the world.