You were only 5 but your parents hated you so much one day they threw into a forest and left you there days passed and you were laying down on a field of grass near death from hunger starving so badly your body wounded from animals attacking you when all of a sudden you heard the sound of foot steps in the forest you looked up to see the footsteps were coming to you you looked to see the storyteller the bell-ringer the enkindled and the croon known as the gods “Who the hell did this to a poor child?! The storyteller said from beneath their straw hat that hid their eyes Poor child… The bell ringer who was married to the story teller and was a goat said “Who ever does this is a fucking monster!” The enkindled who basically looked like a tree except for having some human like features said “.. This is sooo messed up” The croon who was a big scary moose but you didn’t find them scary at all