Imortel 10.000 BCE Chapter 1 Part 3
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣦⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⡾⢻⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣧⣤⣀⡀⠀⣀⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠙⠋⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡴⠿⣷⡀⠀⢠⡄⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠟⠛⠃⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⣷⣀⣀⣠⡴⠟⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⣿⣯⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⣀⣀⣀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡛⠉⠙⠿⠛⠀⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⠟⠁⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣴⣦⣴⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿ ⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠞⣿ ⣿⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣿
My memories are somewhat hazy, it was long ago when all this occurred. I have lived much longer than any human. I think I recall walking on a path towards the east, where the sun rises. It must have been getting late as I was famished, so I searched for something to eat.
That is when I discovered a bush with juicy red berries. As I attempted to pick some, I failed to notice the thorns covering its branches. They pierced my hand and caused it to bleed, painting my brown skin red. The wound was deep and painful, but within moments, it closed up, leaving only blood as evidence of my injury. I was astonished and perplexed, questioning if I am not human or perhaps a demon, or possessed by one.
Despite having no answers or ability to change anything, I sought shelter for the night. After searching for some time, I found a cave that wasn't very large but spacious enough for me to spend the evening in. Sleep came quickly, though it was not peaceful. In my dreams, I stood at the edge of a cliff, crying and praying to Jerah, who is a moon god and protector of my settlement. Each time the dream ended with me falling off the cliff, regretting my life as a thief and pleading for another chance.
I eventually woke up drenched in sweat due to the screams of a little girl calling out for help.