I decided to head the way the ship had landed. I wouldn't rush, and it would take a week. I would keep up my practice, but I don't stop, and I keep my quiet as I travel.

  Soon enough, I had arived. They had set down in a clearing. The blackened grass and indentations on the dirt showed that. I wouldn't be going into the clearing to check for anything else, in case of an ambush. But from the scope of my rifle, I saw an interesting thing. A path, small, thin.

  It was well used, not like an animal trail. This was getting interesting. I climbed a large, old tree a bit into the forest. It had a good view, and I lay down.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  Time ticked by, minutes and hours. Then a day passed. I didn't move a millimeter. The next day, well after morning, I saw what I had been waiting for. It was a small human girl, no more then 14. She was wearing thin clothing. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying.

  She was muttering quietly in a language I didn't understand. I made sure to remember each word said, as I would later try and reverse engineer the language. This was the first human I had seen, after all. And I was curious why a ship would drop a child in the middle of a forest with what looked like nothing but the clothing on her back.

  I decided that this would be another project, like the bird chick's. This child just looked so very... pitiful. So, I would put my finger on the scale.

  I would first wait. If she could survive on her own, after all, then there would be no need for finger on scales. But I would still watch. I do so wonder how this story will play out...