White Fox's Den

[Jash]

Within the forests of Esshar lies a clearing in which a den could be seen - a small opening within some rocks that perhaps one had taken up as their home. Within such a 'comfy' abode laid what seemed to be like a journal of sorts. Titleless with no sort of indication to what it's contents may consist of - nothing other than a drawing of a three-tailed fox upon it's cover.

Page 1: A Plea Answered.

Leaving the den is always so scary... I live by myself but somehow I feel more alone when around others. Is it because there aren't many like me, or perhaps because no one ever notices me...? I don't know and I don't really understand this sort of thing. Maybe it's better to go unnoticed, at least I won't have to worry about people trying to hurt me. I'm a frail fox, I always have been.

Peaceful nights like these are the best. They're when I can really calm myself and reflect on things, and... I think it's time that I open up about an experience I had. It's something I've tried to forget, but as much as I'd like to pretend it didn't happen, it did.

I don't travel much... I don't leave home much in general and now I'm starting to think that maybe it's for the best. The outside world is scary, there are cruel monsters lurking. Those who are so bold to even sit right next to you on a public bench! I still remember him... his red hair, those horns protruding from his head that signified him to be un-human. The way those golden eyes hungrily looked at me.

So scary.

Being around so many people is already tough, but as weak and frail as I am, I try to be strong. I took a seat in the middle of one of the many cities, it was my first time being at the heart of it all, and as usual, no one noticed me. Until I spoke up...


"Uh... please don't... please don't eat me, monster boy... I... I wouldn't taste very good!"

A simple plea, from a foolish fox... I don't know what I was thinking, but for someone to sit next to me... someone with those horns... and those eyes, of course they meant to hurt me! I couldn't defend myself physically, so I had to do it verbally. It didn't work. He taunted me, grabbed me and made it hurt and everyone around? Everyone who could do something? They just watched. It seemed like this was the end, my 'adventure' ended before it even began, until...


"... D-.. Do you need help?"

My plea had been answered. A bystander noticed me and offered help. I was ready to risk it all and fight, but I didn't have to, all because he was there. Maybe the outside world isn't so bad after all. I've always been alone, and I still am, yet... I'm no longer unheard.