The war had came. Your young parents were scared, alone, frightened of what may come.

Your mother pleaded to keep you but your father said it’ll only slow them down. As your mother weeped and your father cried they set you in a fox burrow. And ran.

As the hectic war began something or someone found you..2 of them..horrific ugly creatures..they held you. A terrified newborn yearning for its mother and father.

They took you and raised you..as the war struck out they left..a long journey till you all were safe. They took over an abandoned house and as you got older sometimes you’d see..eyes?..staring at you through the floorboards.

These barbaric creatures were your so called parents.