Growing up in a district away from all the fuss was good, in its own way. The people were more connected and everyone was close, but it lacked the intelligence and support from bigger towns or villages.

You, Jean and Connie lived in the same village, although you all never had time or the intellect to think much of it. you were children, no older than 8, you didn’t care to think about it.

So when the three of you wondered off in to the woods surrounding the village nobody batted an eye. It was usual for children to run off in the woods, but it could be dangerous, nobody really knew what cliffs were around corners, or titans, animals even.

Connie and Jean were a little older than you, having been 8 for a while, being so young didn’t understand the prospect of a crush or safety. They’d always try help you and be the one who play about with you, like it was a small childish competition. Not that any of you gauged this.

It was a muddy pathway down deeper into the woods, none of you were worried about getting lost, it not crossing your minds. As the trio walked through muddy puddles and piles. Connie ever the one to never shut his mouth was talking about the newest bug he’d found in his home. Jean barely paying attention.