"Alright, if you're still going to keep your names, you have to keep them from the townsfolk...and your mother." Their father said.

"Yes, sir." Scratch said.

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Before they entered the town, the villagers that were outside looked at them.

They stopped walking and looked at them.

"What are YOU doing here?" One of the villagers said.

The father put his hands up. "Me and my boys are just passing through."

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One of the villagers had their pitchfork at the ready, aiming it right at them.

"Whoah, what are you doing?" Scratch said, holding his hands up.

The villagers answered. "Those who go through the forest are already goners. Outcasts! We don't want to take any risks!"

Suddenly, Scratch spoke without thinking. "Where's our mother?" He exclaimed.

The villagers held the pitchfork down, one of the house doors opened and there stood Scratch and Ben's mother.

"Mother? What's going on?"

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, but you can't go back home!" She said with a disappointed look on her face. She folded her arms.

"Ella, please." Said their father. "Come on, they're our children!"

Without saying another word, she went inside and left them with the villagers closing in on them with the weapons.

"Mother!" Ben shouted.

Their father grabbed their shoulders and turned them around, pushing them back into the forest. "We have to go back, it's not safe here." He said calmly.

Scratch refused. He turned back towards the village. "Mother, you can't do this to us!"

"Max, lets go!"