Deor’s stomach tired, twisted, and screamed. His body was protesting, it wanted food and it would not rest until it was satisfied. It had been several hours since Deor had stopped to think about food, he was so focused on getting somewhere, or finding something that he forgot that he did need to feed his body. But, now that dark had fallen and he was stuck in the still of the night with some strange person rattling questions off to him he could finally hear his stomach screaming out to him. feed me god damnit! He pushed his hand over his stomach, as if it would mute out the rumbles. Deor stood taller than the boy, he gazed over his short body as his eyes glossed over and his focus blurred…

“what would it matter if they were following you any way….” His voice trailed off into the shadows of the forest. It almost did not matter, now that Deor was all alone in this large, mysterious, dangerous world. He had lost all of his hopes, dreams, and desires. Hunger did not even really matter anymore, he could wither away in this forest and no one would notice, nor would they care. He was not important, special; he did not possess any magic or special knowledge. He was just a young, man. He had potential, yes, but being alone- and vulnerable did not give him the skills to relish his potentiality.

“Lost… perception perhaps. One can only be lost if they have a place to be found…” Deor shook his head and focused his brilliant hazel eyes on the boy. The boy was practically the image of himself, only he still possessed life and curiosity. He didn’t batter around with a dull blade that wouldn’t pierce the skin if it tried. He must have had some courage in that little body, to be able to approach Deor. The questions began to circle Deor faster than the wind itself, where did he live, where was he going, what was his name?

He lifted his dirt covered hands to his face and rubbed his temples lightly, he then took the first deep breath he had taken since he was on the hill watching the flames dance towards the heavens. “My name… is Deor. I do not live anywhere…” His eyes drifted off into the distance, “I am going… where ever I can reclaim life” Not his life but life in general. He didn’t feel any connection to his past life since everything he had ever known was destroyed mercilessly in the flames. He was a lost lamb, he did not even know who sent the fire upon his village and family. He more than anything, he did not understand why he was the only one to survive….

“I guess you could say I am lost, but I’ll probably never be found… “ Perhaps one day Deor would change his mind, but as far as now his only belief was that home was destroyed. and, who are you? “ Deor’s stomach continued to protest while he stood there, gazing off into the depths of the forest…