The room started spinning again, the red mist changing into a snow covered forest. The same boy, a year older, ran barefoot through the cold snow, a wolf bigger than he was snapping at his heels.<br/><br/>The boy tripped and the animal was on him in a second, slashing him with it's claws and trying to close it's jaws around his neck. The boy slashed upwards with a sharpened stick, jamming it into the back of the wolf's throat, killing it instantly. He huddled underneath the corpse, using it to keep away the chill of the winter night.<br/><br/>"That was just a taste of the next year of my life. And there were creatures worse than wolves in that forest.<br/><br/>The room warped again and the boy, now wearing the fur of a wolf, was seen walking down a neglected road surrounded by the forest. The sound of horse hooves clattering on the road could be heard and the boy turned to see what it was. He was surrounded by the riders in a second.<br/><br/>"Well, what have we here?"<br/><br/>"A wild boy by the looks of him."<br/><br/>"He could make a good slave."<br/><br/>The boy was grabbed and ropes quickly wrapped around his arms and legs.<br/><br/>"Come on. The camp's at the end of this road. We'll be in the city by nightfall if we're lucky." The riders continued down the road.<br/><br/>Tied to the back of one of the horses the boy could only struggle vainly against the tight ropes.<br/><br/>The images sped up, eventually returning to the normal speed when the boy was untied and roughly thrown into a caged wagon with a dozen other people, some old, young, healthy sick. The wagon was hitched up to a trio of horses and began bumping along the road, a city just visible in the distance.<br/><br/>"You can guess were it went from there." Cal said, waving his hand so the red msit returned. "I was seven."