... In southern South Korea, a 7 year old boy plays outside alone in a sandbox that was built into his tiny front yard. His house was small and only had two rooms, one for his mother, the other for storage. ...

Gumi plays alone all the time. Everyday when he comes home from school he plays outside with his one sand shovel and a butter knife he found on the side of the road one day.

The shovel for digging, and butter knife for smoothing the sand to make a nice house. Gumi was fairly happy, he didn’t mind the loneliness and isolation he had. His mother was always gone, especially at night, so Gumi was happy.

His mother, he doesn’t know her name, but she’s comes and goes. Gumi takes care of himself when he can, finds his own food and gets a free lunch from his school because of his almost zero income. His room, is the storage room. He sleeps on a tiny, stained toddler mattress with no sheets or blankets. He uses a balled up bunch of dirty clothes as a pillow.

Gumi doesn’t care, he doesn’t know that this is unusual for children to live like.

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...The wind was high and gumi duh around in his sand box, burying rocks and weird things he finds when he walks home from school. It’s the start of fall, still slightly warm but the wind was strong. ...

Gumi’s house is actually quite close to a busy road, and on the other side a large beautiful forest.

The wind picks up and cars speed by.

Gumi starts to get cold as he turns his head twords the woods.

He gets a cold chill and resumes his play.

The sun is suddenly blocked by a large figure, a person. Gumi did not hear them walk up to him but they don’t look down on him.

Gumi looks up and notices how strangely they are dressed, a long black coat with a hood hiding their face and very strange boots.

“Hello!” Gumi smiles and greets the stranger... very cheerfully he looks up at them.

The stranger gets on their knees to Gumi’s level and removes their hood, a very alien like person looks at Gumi with a soft expression.

“Hello!” Gumi says again.

Still no responds the stranger hands out their hand, they are pale, long white hair and bright red eyes.

Nothing in their hand Gumi looks at the hand confused and instantly thinks of a friendly gesture.

Gumi hands the stranger their only toy shovel. It’s tiny and red. The stranger jumps and their face shows shock, staring at the shovel and back at Gumi who is smiling and wanting to make friends.

As fast as the wind the stranger is gone, with Gumi’s shovel.

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[ Note ]

Helloooo I’m Usagi! Thank you so much for reading my first chapter 💜 it means a lot to me! Don’t forget to send me some likes and enjoy!

I started writing this when I was 11 years old, so, 8 years ago ahahah- it’s ganna be a long one ><

...“Huh- what happened? Why did you come back?” A young boy with firy hair and brown eyes sat outside a very hidden cabin, surrounded by forest and leaves. ...

“Hm? Darwin?”

“AaHhGhh why do you say it like that!” The bright haired boy jumps up to greet his friend, a tall, whited haired man wearing a long black coat.

“Eh? That’s your name.”

Darwin stands at a tall 5,3 up to his best friends 6,0.

“Roger-You don’t pronounce it right!” Darwin yaps.

Roger suddenly takes a breath and walks inside the cabin. Darwin watches him confused, he has never seen his friend so out of character, not even yelling back at him with his usually burst of unecessary energy.

Inside the cabin Roger instantly walks over to his old dusty bed and flops down, exhausted, he was only gone for two hours after saying he was going to find food.

Roger lays on his belly and pouts, reaching in his pocket and grabbing a tiny red shovel. “Ugh- why’d he give me this? He’s suppose to be scared of me. Apparently never heard of stranger danger.” Roger thought to himself.

He tosses the shovel onto his bedside table and lays on his back, remembering a song he heard when he was young.

“Hey!” Darwin runs in the cabin. “Why are acting weird? Are you sick?” He asked.

Roger lifts his head and rolls on the bed lazily. “HmmmmmmmmMMMMMMM! No. Just pooed.” Roger let’s half his body lay on the floor.

“Well, did you find anything? You weren’t gone long...” Darwin walks over to the old dusty couch in the middle of the room and sits, crossing his arms.

“Nope. I thought I did but I decided not to.” Roger sits himself up and sits on the floor, unable to sit still from the excess energy.

“Why?”

Roger pouts some more, seemly on edge and uncomfortable.

Suddenly Darwin widens his eyes. “What’s that?” He points to the tiny red shovel on Roger’s bedside table.

Roger let’s put a squeek and grabs the shovel, knocking over a picture of a woman and his lamp from when they invented lamps-

Darwin let’s out a little sigh, “hhH okay-.” He walks into another room, yelling, “let me know when Eli and Darling are here!” With that he shut his door and left Roger alone on the floor.

Hmmm, Eli would be very upset if I told her what I was thinking. This poor child, he’s alone a lot.

Roger snaps out of his thoughts, poor child, out of anyone on this planet he should not be concerned for any child.

Roger holds the shovel and begins to dissociate, he’s having a memory that is not his, he’s not in his body.

The beach is cool and warm, why is he standing there? He’s smiling, he must be happy, his hair is so bright. Eli is next to me, she smiles at me and holds my hand, giving me a motherly look.

I know you? This man standing by the water has such bright hair.

This man turns to look at me, his eye, it’s missing, the other the color of the sky.