He opend his eyes, looking around for some sort of clue as to what happend. It was an erie feeling inside of him, struggling to stand as he noticed blood on the grass. "B...Blood?!" He look around for some sort around the forest, noticing blood all over him, as well as the trees, smeared, then seeing, as he was nude. "Wh-What happend?", he had whisperd to himself as he walked forward. His legs were weak, as well as his memories thin. He looked around, seeing a form against a tree. "Hm?" He walked up to it, noticing detail as it was a corpse, pinned to a tree by the blade through its right-upper chest. He backed away, seeing as he was only about 12 years of age, not knowing what had happend. He then ran through the forest, seeing if there was any place to go. But the more he seemed to run, the more weak he felt. As time had gone by, he had ceased his running, his bare body leaning against a tree, trying to catch his breath. Nothing could come forth into his mind. There was nothing. Void. Just as his heart had seemed. He then fell to his back, to weak to continue, hoping rest would atleast aid his pain. But as he knew, nothing could.
He woke up, but confused, even more then normal. He woke up in a church, ontop of the tabnercile, the stained glass windows showing min. amount of light. "You're finally awake?", a voice said from behind. He sat up as he turned to see a priest, with a tray of food, walking to him. "You were coverd in blood, and passed out. I hope you're ok." The child on the tabnercile looked down at his own form, noticing his clothes; a white robe, with a black-chain necklace around his neck, a cross with a red gem at the center. He looked up at the priest who was setting down the tray next to him. "Are...are you hungry?", the priest had asked. There was silence from his spoken form, the child on the tabnercile not responding. "Can you talk at all?", the priest had asked again. But yet again, there was silence, as he had not responded. As the child reached for the food, the priest had grabbed his hand, his left hand to be exact, and lifted it up; a pentagrahm on his palm. "Hmm. You're a Caleum, aren't you?" The child pulled his hand away, looking at his own palm. "The Caleums' are a grand family, and they own most of the land here in Seribitha." The child looked up, struggling to speak. "Ca-Caleum?" The priest nodded. "Yes. And by the look of how you are, and the chain around your neck," The priest lifted the chain, turning it over as it had the letters " Ɲ.Լ.Ƈ " on the back. "It seems like you're their son."
Subject: Neko Sarabaku's Line of story. Prt.1 
