-Break-

  One month ter

  Location: Campsite

  Looking at the newly extended wall of the campsite as the moon shines down on us, I say, “We're basically done now.”

  We have pletely taken down the old one and have built in a brand new wall, which was a plete pain in the ass. Especially since a lot of the beastkin suck at speaking, and then they used their poor instrus as a way to punish us.

  Fug assholes! But at the very least I don’t have to deal with this tedious work anymore, but now that I think about it isn’t it getting close to the sed season of the year again?

  Will I have to go and deal with those awful flain!? Let’s hope that some miracle happens and I get to do some work involving axes again!

  As I walk bay hut, I look around and say, “The campsite is at the very least twice as big as it was before.”

  Not only that but it seems the bigger groups have been split up into smaller ones.

  It is quite obvious that all of this is for new sves who will be ing, and along with that thought, I also thought this just must have been a onpce procedure for new sves ing to the camp, but acc to Charles they have never dohis before.

  This is rather crazy to me, because there was a ridiculous amount of people brought in with me ahat didn’t cause any ge, and not only that but the fact that many of them have died should have also freed up more space.

  So it is utterly crazy that we will be getting people to fill all this space with, and back during the 2nd month when I could talk to Ogier and some of the other kids, I have found out this is happening on all of their campsites as well.

  Gritting my teeth I try to hold ba my rage. The beastkin our out there during more s like mine. Killing their parents, siblings, and friends, then f the survivors to work on these pntations till they die.

  As these thoughts e flow through my mind, I see two beastkin ast me, and I feel like all the limits I have pyself for survival are about to reach a bursting point, but I say, “Whatever,” and calm down.

  There is nothing we do about it so at this point why pin. They are strohan us and there is simply nothing we do about it, the same way my family hunted animals they hunted us. “it is just the natural order.”

  Yeah, Nero, you o keep telling yourself this, or else you might snap one of these days. No point in fighting against it, just accept it.

  Looking up at the moon, I say, “But boy, wouldn’t life be more fun if I could delude myself from this life, and hope that one day a hero would e and save us all from here.”

  Suddenly the image of the man who raying on the cart bringing us here pops into my mind. Walking forward, I say, “I guess both of us are just as crazy, I will apologize to him the ime we meet.”

  After a little bit of walking, I eventually e to see my hut, and to my unsurprize I see the assholes beating on Charles, but it definitely seems more viscous than usual.

  Almost as if my body is possessed, I rush over there and attack the man hitting Charles bringing him to his knees instantly, then I shout, “If you pieces of shit have a problem bring it up with me.”

  The man looks at me and says, “As annoying as ever, but what’s more annoying is that big mouth is being ied by that scum over there.”

  Charles then says, “My name isn’t scum, it is Charles Animus.”

  “DO YOU REALLY THINK WE GIVE A FUCK!?”

  Hearing this I turn around in utter shock; Did Charles just talk back to them!!!?

  From deep within my soul a feeling wells up, and an untrolble smile appears on my face.

  So I get into a fighting position, and hop up and down, which causes one of the men to say, “What are you so happy about.”

  “Oh, nothing, disappoi like you to your deceased families could ever uand.”

  Me saying this intensifies their already seething rage, so like a pack of wild dogs, they attack me, and Charles.

  -Break-

  The day

  Location: Far east of the River Lúide, inside a nearby forest

  Grabbing Charles by the shoulder, Dónal says, “There are marks on your face.” Then looking at me with a gre that might be frightening if it wasn’t ing from a coward, he says, “WHAT HAPPENED!”

  “Those same assholes, attack us but were more viscous so they actually mao leave a scar on Charles this time, right under his left eye.”

  “WHAT DID YOU DO TO PISS THEM OFF.”

  “They kept calling me scum, instead of my real name Charles Animus.”

  Hearing that name, Dónal recoils, and says, “Well Charles is a goo-.”

  “Charles Animus, not Charles.”

  “Charles is a really wonderful name-.”

  “Charles Animus is my name.”

  “I really love the name Charles.”

  “So, you're just like them. I see.” Charles says as he turns around.

  With a desperate expression, Dónal says, “Give me a moment.”

  Turning around to wait for his response, Charles looks at Dónal dead in the eyes, and begrudgingly he says, “Charles An-i-mu-s.”

  With a thumbs up Charles smiles, and says, “Good job.”

  Seeing this I start to ugh, which causes Dónal to say, “Shut up human!”

  Turning to Charles he asks, “Hey why don’t you go by Charles Fuinseog, it is a much better name in my opinion.”

  “No, I like Animus.”

  Staring at him, I say, “If he did that we would just get caught straight away if I used.”

  Dramatically, Dónal says “Why does fate have to be like this? If it wasn’t for that same cursed reason, I would have already killed those humans who dare hurt you.”

  Dónal then starts to ramble on in his unreizable nguage, so I say, “If yoing to say something use the song of the saviour, and not whatever demonigue that is.”

  Annoyed he says, “It is no demonigue, it is the nguage of the beastkin.”

  “Nonsehe grand sage passed down that all nguages inated from the song of the saviour, so the fact that I haven’t been able tnize a single word you people have said in the nguage proves, it isn’t of this world, so it must be the nguage of demons.”

  Now let’s see if Dónal falls for my trap.

  Erratically Dónal says, “That isn’t true, we made this nguage decades ago so that you flitty humans wouldn’t uand us, it was iionally made different in all aspects.”

  Just as pnned, and now as I have instructed Charles to do whenever Dónal brings things up, he is to inquire more about it.

  Charles says, “So you speak two different nguages.”

  Excited, Dónal says, “Yes, I do. Most beastkin our only know our native one, but beastkin from more noble and educated backgrounds are thought the song of the saviour. So I am one of the more educated ones.”

  “How iing,” Charles says, causing Dónal to start rambling untrolbly.

  This is major, by that logic, the vast majority of beastkin would be pletely uo uand us. This might make finding information from certaikin hard, still, it expins ohing; why some beastkin ’t speak for shit.

  Suddenly Dónal screams and says, “WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT THOSE BASTARDS.”

  “Nothing, me and Charles are just going to have to put up with it like always.”

  Charles says, “I would like something to be done.”

  Surprised I say, “Really Charles, I thought you were all but used to it.”

  “I am. But I am worried about you. Your body is a lot weaker tha started so if they tinue as viscously as it was today you might be hurt really bad, or die.”

  Looking at his almost sad face, I pat him on the head and say, “Don’t worry about me, I am fine here.”

  Dónal says, “Yeah you shouldn’t worry about him, he is trash anyways.”

  Charles looks Dónal in the eyes, and says, “He is my family, stop it.”

  Sadden, Dónal says, “But what about me?”

  Patting Dónal on the head, he says, “You're also family.”

  “Really.”

  “Yes.”

  Dónal full of energy says, “You’re the most precious thing to ever exist, that’s it you human.”

  “What is it.”

  “I am going to teach you how to defend myself.”

  “Don’t waste your energy, without a on there is no way I deal with a bunch of adults.”

  He snickers at me while making a smug face, “It seems no matter how much you try and hide it the stupid human keeps ing out.”

  “There is nothing stupid about it, it is impossible.”

  “Then I will show you it is not soon you will never be touched by those guys again.”

  “Ok then go ahead.”

  Location: A few meters away from all three of them.

  Φ Behind a cluster of trees, listening in to the versation of the three is the same man that was there when Nero was brahe goat beastkin ac.

  And hearing their versation, I whisper, “I knew something was going on with that coward. He was simply smiling too muow I wonder what I should do with this information.”

  -Break-

  Location: Campsite

  2 months ter

  Φ As we all stand in front of the gate preparing to be let go, a beastkin stands on top of the gate, and says, “Ead every one of you, are to return back to your huts for the rest of the day, no movement for any reason will be permitted. Break this rule, and your punishment will be given fifty shes.”

  With that, he walks away, and following his example the rest of us go back to our huts, and whilst we do I say to Charles, “It seems that the new sves have finally arrived, guess that is the reason they are celling work for today.”

  “They have never celled work before though.”

  “Well it is probably because of he scale this new group is, just looking at all the stru we did, shows us that we have a rge amount of ining people.”

  “I see.”

  -Break-

  Sitting in my hut beside Charles, I say, “It has gotten dark, we heard them start ho but it seems they are still not done s everything out. Well sidering all the noise I wouldn’t have expected anything else.”

  Charles sitting beside, me asks, “Why are you starting at the entrance?”

  “Because I am waiting for our new roommate.”

  “But I never get ao join me.”

  “But I joi year, and we had to expand our hut like everyone else so we are definitely getting someone new.”

  “I see,” Charles says oddly.

  “Do you not want a new roommate, did you not like me?”

  “I do like you.”

  Ruffing up his hair, I say, “Then now you have a ce to get another me.”

  As I say this, I see pears to be a mini smile appear on Charles face, and an aura of happiness appears around him. “I would like that.”

  “The’s get ready for our new friend.”

  Eventually, someone walks over to our tent, and as they walk through the door, a shocked expressioers my face.

  Charles beside, me says, “That boy has long hair and brown skin, I also think he might have a small bump around his chest. Is he sick?”

  I might not be sure about this, but I think that must be. “No Charles, that person in front of us is a girl!”