stop walking and wait
Farmers would never have paid any attention to you because of your
father. He once was chief of the village but had been misled by some
fortune teller. He had ruined the village by convincing them to
harvest everything too early. Neither corn or wheat were mature and
everything was lost.
Farmers had then emprisonned your father and mother who had starved to
death. Tou stayed alive but were never allowed to own anything.You had
to look for food in the woods, in the mist, in the cold... you had to
sleep in clumsy tree-houses because THEY would have never let you
build a real house. That was their revenge.
That voice, that mist, everything seemed so familiar...
But a shape slowly comes out of the mist
You are too afraid to go on walking. I has already happenned to you
some years ago. At that time, you had to fight each and every day to
find something to eat. You were in that small ugly village lost in the
middle of nowhere.
