-Old lady POV-
My name is Cynthia, and I’ve been living isolated from the rest of the world. You see, along
time ago, my kind were accused of going rampant and becoming hostile to the human race, and we were indicted with the charge that we helped the late demon lord Laplace so we were hunted and killed and many of us had to flee the country off Baazaa where my parents resided. The suspicions had then slowly travelled the world and were whispered into every king, queen and noble's ear, which made most kingdoms not only hostile to us, but they each hunted us. Although many still live in terror from us and will threaten us, we are now allowed back in most countries as time heals all wounds and that was over 1000 years ago. However, the reason we were prosecuted was very far from the truth. The truth being as simple as they feared us. The humans not only feared our magic talent but our extraordinary long lifespans so it would be much easier for us to gain and retain knowledge and keep it by each generation while they would lose it. One of the more important knowledge spells we had cultivated over the years was a shapeshifting spell so no one can tell us apart from a human, infact this spell being so rare only a few of us know of it and I am among that few. Why, I know this? Well It is because my father worked directly under the king of Baazaa ,before he had passed, had told me. Coincidentally I am currently 120 years old and my kind lives as long as a 1000.
Now back to why I live alone, well the main reason being is that I am just used to being alone all these years so now it would be weird for me to live in some sort of town or city now. So I had decided it would be best to live in what humans call the, “forest of death”. They named it so as many high level king beasts had chosen to reside here as the mana here is phenomenal however to get here was quite a task. Outside the forest leads to an extremely hot desert that doesn't have any water for miles. Outside that is a cold region which has many unrestrained tornados, and is home to one of the three kings of dragons, Velder.
So you could imagine my surprise when I walked through the forest to find some food and heard some strange noises. At first, I thought it was just the regular beast king fighting one another, but… the sound almost felt… human. At first I thought I must have been hallucinating but the sound kept on becoming louder and louder, so as I lost to my curiosity I crept through the forest to try to find the source of the noise. Although most things in this forest are unable to even scratch me, my instincts told me to be very careful of the creature. So as I crept through the forest passing the crispy grass and hearing the wind slipping through the leaves. I was getting closer and closer, until it was only a couple steps away and what I saw made me believe I must've been dreaming.
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There, right there, I saw a Geri. A Geri by no means was a strong wolf here in the forest of death, however for the average human it was impossible to kill and would need the country's best soldiers if they even wanted to stand a chance against one of them. It had dark fur, and one horn sticking out of its head. Its size was three times larger than that of an average wolf, but the most spectacular thing about it wasnt that. But the fact it was dead and on top a newborn human baby. I came to the conclusion that some being must have killed the wolf and left the baby here without me detecting them as that was the only possibility I could think of. I hold the baby that was wrapped around a cloth and try looking for the being. However, after not finding him, I decided to give up and go back to my cottage as my priority should be what to do with the baby.
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I come back and after wiping my shoes on the mat I just stare at the baby for an hour deciding what to do. Perhaps I can just wait it out and maybe the being will come back for it? But what will I do if they don't? I did contemplate to kill it, as it would probably be better for me as I dont want to carry a dead weight around me and the fact that it was the humans who threw my parents and me out the country just led higher to discrimination however the fact there is a person who was able to fight a Geri so close to me without me noticing makes me believe he may have the power to give me trouble, so I hold that thought and this little baby did not do anything, so although I hate humans I guess I can give this one a pass. After long consideration I decide to keep the baby for now and decide I will change how I look to some measly old grandma. I change my nose to make it look crooked and the colour of my teeth to give it a yellow colour. I give myself a hunch back and myself wrinkly skin. Now you may ask why would I go so far just to hide my identity? The fact is if the being comes to find me for who I am, my long lasting peace may perish, and I may have to run away from this safe haven I made.
Now that would piss me off.
It’s been about 4 months since then and I decided to name him Bryson. I’m pretty sure human children aren't supposed to walk yet and speak some words but ah what the hell he must be an early bloomer.
I don’t really clean my cottage very much as you expect from one who doesn't take many guests, however I might just start doing that as one day, Bryson was crawling towards me and he had then inhaled some of the smoke. He was starting to cough and I immediately got to action and recited the highest healing level spell I know. The arcane level. I can’t have this baby die yet, like what if the being comes back, it's definitely not because I'm starting to feel a strong and emotional attachment to this kid as I’ve come to realise living alone in a really deserted area is sad and lonely. Yep, definitely not because of that.