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It was a busy, Friday afternoon in town. The clouds lightly covered the sky, occasionally covering the sun that lie in the sky. Parents walked or drived around. Going to stores, of doing various things. Some children followed in their parents shadow, while others stayed at home to play and goof off. A young boy peeked around the corner of an alley, looking around. Seeing children laughing and playing and running around tackeling each other to the ground in their yards. The child sighed quietly, all the other children seemed to be having a wonderful time. He looked down a little. Friends weren't very common for him. He tensed a little hearing a child ask "Mommy, what's that thing?" and he looked up to see a little girl appearing about three pointing at him. When the mother spotted the child she screamed. There stood a young boy, appearing about 4 or 5. He had white hair and pale skin. He had two different colored eyes, one blue, one a goldish color, and two things that stood out overall the most. He had white fox ears, and a fox tail. The mother began to beat the child with her purse, "get away from us you abnormal freak!!" she screamed and gathered the glares and glances of many people. The young boy covered his head with his hands as she hit him ontop of his head with her purse, before he turned and ran off into the alley. He hid away from the lady, and ran down the wall into a sitting position on the concrete ground. He took his hands away from his head, assuming the lady wouldn't follow. But it went long before he heard something. His ears perked up, hearing footsteps. He hid in the shadows, but his white figure gave him away. He looked up slightly. "Lookie what we have here...freakazoids back" one boy appearing about 10 teased the child, and his three friends laughed at this. "Wow! We should turn him in! He'd be great for a freak show!" Another boy taunted. One boy, who was about 12 or 13 picked the child up by the collar his shirt, bringing him close. "Listen to me weirdo, nobody likes you. Nobody ever will! Your better off dead, now get out of this town!" The boy told the child and tossed him to the ground away from them. The young fox child slowly started to stand up, and out of fear, he began to walk away. He was better off leaving, even if he had nowhere to go. Maybe he could go to the woods, he sometimes walked there, but stupidly always came back to this town. The only home he ever knew. He walked out of the alley out into the public. All eyes went on him, and people began to freak out. Trying to hit him, or whatever they could to get him away from them. As if he were some demonic spawned monster. He began to run, fleeing. It wasent long before he ran out of the town, and ran off into the forest. He didnt stop running he fled for his life, tears running down his pale cheeks. He was just a burden.

In the forest, the birds were singing as they often did. The leaves in the trees and bushes, along with the grass made a kaleidoscope of greens, swirling and bending with the breeze that softly stirred the air. It was a peaceful afternoon. An occasional brightly colored butterfly floated in the breeze to find a flower to rest on. Above the treetops, the blue sky was occasionally crossed by cotton candy-like clouds.

Deep within the green maze of the forest, there was a clearing which held a small cabin. It's sole inhabitant was no older than 18, and she lived her life in peace and loneliness. To say she never felt alone would be a lie, but to say it bothered her much would also be a lie. The silence and peace had become her friends. Besides, she wasn't truly alone, there were two goats in a small pen and from time to time other animals would wander by. It was a slow way of life, and beyond daily chores, she had nothing to do.

This particular afternoon, she was resting on the front step of the cabin after a long morning of work. She'd done her laundry, fed the goats, then bathed them, tended to the herb garden, swept the cabin and made her bed. Most of it was habit now, meticulously done with skill. Since she was blind, she knew how to do everything based on touch, smell and sound. She knew the shapes, textures and smells of everything in her home and in the clearing around it. It had been years since she lost her sight, so much so that her memories of being able to see were vague and distant. Colors, she remembered colors, and the way the sky looked along with other simple things like that.
As for her, she had black hair that was long, but well cared for. She had one blue eye and one brown, and both focused vaguely off into the distance, unfocused. Her features were delicate, she had the face of someone of noble descent, but her title was long dead and gone. Unbeknownst to her, she was beautiful, but since she couldn't see, she had no way to know.
Sitting still, she closed her eyes for a moment, sighing softly. But the sound of running footsteps made her sit up and even though it made no difference, her eyes opened. Her head tilted as she attempted to discern the location of the sound.

The young child continued to run away, until he got tired of running, and just decided to walk. He figured nobody would follow. He sniffed slightly, and looked up with his vision blurred by tears. Looking at the trees of the forest surrounding him on all four sides. It was so much more peaceful then that of the town. No people to freak out. Nobody to best him. Nobody to taunt him. Nothing but peacefulness. The child began to run around, but this time in a playful way. Running through the green grass, looking around at everything there was to see. His eyes attention was stolen by a colorful butterfly, its wings were like a rainbow of color, and he began to chase after it. He chased after the butterfly, at least until something else caught his full attention, a cabin. Somebody lived in the forest, his smile was gone, and his ears were drooping, he backed up a little when he saw somebody sitting on the porch of the house. Fearing they could hurt him. What If they did..

The sound of the footsteps slowing and then backing up made Cady furrow her brow, trying to guess the location of the approaching person. "Hello?" Her sightless eyes were fixed somewhere in the distance, and her expression was more confused and curious than anything else. If it was a person, she wondered what they were doing here. "Are you lost?" She kept her hands in her lap, a little puzzled as to what to do. "I won't hurt you..."

The boy backed up alittle more, step by step, slowly. Though he paused, looking at her expression. It didn't show that of fear, or danger, but rather confusion, and curiosity. He took a moment to comprehend and try to understand why she wasnt freaking out. He was completely unaware that she was blind, so he was deeply confused. Curious, and confused. He took a step toward, and began to walk over to her, his curiosity getting the better of him. He walked over the grass, all the way until he got to about a foot or two in front of her. "H-hello..." He said, just by his voice it showed he was alittle scared of something, or for some reason.

Listening intently to his movement, she grew more curious as he drew near to her. Her mismatched eyes remaining straight ahead, but her expression showing her interest and curiosity. When he stopped in front of her, she smiled softly. "Hello." She didn't really know how to meet someone new. But, she timidly extended one hand slightly. "I'm Cady. Are you lost? Can I help you somehow?" Living alone meant that she was naive to the world, and clueless as to how to interact with people.

His different colored eyes looked at the girl, she wasent going to hurt him it seemed, which calmed him down a little inside, but he was still wary of her, seeing he just kept her. When she introduced herself he looked down, but soon looked at her hand, and tilted his head. Not sure what to do with it. "I'm Astral.." he introduced himself, but was rather hesitant to say if he was lost or not. "No, " he answered to both questions, but his voice held that of uncertainty.

In response to his introduction, her expression lit up a little bit. "That's a very nice name." She said softly. Noticing that he didn't know what to do about her hand, or didn't want to touch her, she withdrew it, settling it back in her lap. "Oh. I see." Furrowing her brow slightly, she wondered what to do now. "Um. Would you like something to eat?" She asked, wondering if maybe she could at least be kind to him a little bit. But maybe it was wrong of her to offer food to a stranger. "O-or... a drink?"

He didn't say anything about he compliment she gave him about his name but rather he jus stayed quiet. His eyes stayed locked on her, and when she asked if he wanted something to eat-- or drink, he nodded slightly, "yes please.." He said quietly.

His acceptance of her offer brought another smile to her lips, a warmer and softer one. "Okay." Getting up from her spot on the front step, she turned and pushed the door to the cabin open. She left the door open as an offer for him to enter if he so desired, but she didn't want to push him to do something he didn't want to. Making a beeline for the counter, oven and table, with a small and crude icebox next them, that served as her kitchen. Pausing, she asked him. "What would you like to drink?"

He was hesitant, but she as slowly gaining his trust, she didn't seem like a mean person, so he went up the steps and onto her porch and over to the door in which he entered before quietly closing it behind him. He walked over to her, looking up at her, "I don't know.." he said.. "what is there?" He asked her curiously.

Without turning towards him, she hummed and pondered his question. "Well, I have water or milk to drink. But I could make orange juice. I have apples and oranges to eat... some bread... I could make some cookies or something if you like." She smiled a little. His soft footsteps, breaths and the sound of his voice helped her to keep track of his location.

"Orange juice.." he said quietly, it seemed that was his final decession. He thought over the things she listed to eat..having a hard time deciding on that. "Hm.." he pondered quietly. To him all of them sounded great. He felt his stomach lightly growl, and he looked down at his stomach.

"Okay." She got out some oranges, and the juicer, and a glass pitcher. Then, with great care, she cut the oranges into halves, before setting about juicing them. Often she had to pause to check the weight of the pitcher and poke the oranges to make sure she'd gotten all the juice. That was a disadvantage of being blind, she didn't know how to tell for sure if she'd gotten it right. She was glad the juicer was good at catching seeds. When she was done. She poured a glass for him and set it on the table.

He watched as she prepared the orange juice. Like a curious child wanting to know everything there was to know, and see all there was to see. Sadly he didnt know the signs of a person being blind, so henhsd yet to notice she was blind. For all this little boy could tell, she could see, and he would probably believe that for awhile. Once she was done with fixing the juice, and set it on the table he went over to the glass and grabbed it with his small hands,

Hearing him pick up the glass, she was satisfied and set about cleaning up after herself. When she was done cleaning the counter and rinsing her dishes, she disposed of the orange peels outside, knowing that some animal would come and eat them. Then, she went back inside and walked back to the counter. She managed to navigate around him without touching him, but then he wasn't really standing in the way. "So, what would you like to eat?"

The boy brought the glass up to his mouth and took a sip of the juice. It was good. He sat down and watched as she cleaned up. Watching her clean the counter, do the dishes, dispose of the orange remains, and so forth. He quietly sat there drinking his drink, bit not drinking it to quick. Not wanting to make himself sick. "I don't care.." he said, anything possible really.

"Okay." Cady nodded and started pulling out ingredients. She set about mixing together dough and then lined up dollops of it on a tray. Then, she carefully put in the oven and lit the coals in the bottom carefully. Once it was heating up, she closed it and stood to the side, letting it cook.

The little boy watched her a moment from where he sat quietly, being s curious little boy. This was all so new to him. It was all so fascinating to him. Most children would have wanted to help, but he was fine and preoccupied by just watching. He took one more sip of his drink before setting it down, and got up, and going over to her, looking at the oven though. He was almost tempted to touch it, seeing nobody ever told him not to touch stuff like that.