Arcturius was wandering about the woods, humming a tune to himself. He had run away from an incident he had in town earlier, involving his mother and a peasant girl - the girl was no older than 7, and had stolen a loaf of bread. No matter how hard he pleaded with his mother, his mother refused to listen, and had ordered a nearby guard to haul her off to the stocks for execution later that night. He knew he would have to go to the execution, and was trying to mentally prepare himself with some fresh air and alone time in the woods.<br/>Suddenly, the scream of a man filled the air, along with the sound of ripping and breaking bones, and then silence. Arcturius rushed towards the noise to find what was left of a dead man, strewn and splattered about. He looked around, but saw not a single man or beast, and suddenly realized he had no clue what part of the woods he was in. Growing nervous, he began to sing.<br/><br/>"The leaves may fall and shrivel,<br/>The trees may wither from snow,<br/>But with every sun's rise,<br/>And to our surprise,<br/>Onwards their lives will go."<br/><br/>He sang this verse over and over as he wandered through the woods, looking for a landmark of some sort, trying to get a grasp of where he was.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-S820L using Tapatalk