I’m still unsure what to make all of this, the new culture, the people around me, and most of all, the fox companion that I’ve been running with. It was a terrifying thing, dashing through the woods while hoping your footing would be steady enough to make it; knowing that if you slipped at this moment, it would most likely be the end of everything. I still wonder though, why did those exalted think that I was a threat? I’m only a child, confused and lost in this world without any sense of direction or heading. I am still confused as to why those two ladies decide to take up in arms to protect against those awful monsters.
This was all too strange for me; I never imagined being faced into a position where death could easily approach itself and cause an issue. I never imagined that I would be placed into a position where I had to decide to let that arrow sink into another child; a child that was nearing my age! How could he do such a thing towards me too? I remember the stinging pain and the close arrow that whipped past my face. It left a mark, a mark that I could never forget, and even after the wound closed itself, it would always be there.
I realized something very valuable today and something that will always stick true to my heart; a sense of encouragement. The expressions the men showed after they had my companion and I stopped the words from the Amazon warriors and most importantly of all, the sound of battle. It’s allowing me to question various things: why did those strange women help us? Was this a trick, or an act of compassion?
There is something else that bothers me, and it’s the man that was being chased alongside me. I do wonder if he’s feeling the same thing, a mixture of fear or something inside his mind or if he even cares for me. All I know for sure is that I have a sense of pity for that creature… It seems like he’s been cursed or something; he turned into a monster! Still, monster or not, he looked out for me in the slightest way and for that, I think he might be good. Although.. This could all be a trick—everything that has happened so far.