Chapter one: “There you go, little one. You are safer here,” Leofric murmured to the beetle which settled upon the driest pile of leaves he could find. He observed the beetle a few moments more, before he moved away, exhaling deeply. It was very cold, perhaps it would snow tonight, he thought, looking around him. Even his breaths brought out puffs of smoke as he made his way back to where he kept his sketchbook – the large tree trunk flat enough for him to sit on, and large enough too. It was time to head home. He picked up his book from where it lay, and made his way down the oath he had gone on so many times before, out of the forest. He was careful as always to where he stepped, not wanting to willingly crush any insect under his heel. When he was younger he used to cry for killing a whole lot of them just by stepping wrongly. He smiled at the memory, humming a jaunty tune he heard from his beloved one night. Soon he stopped, seeing two women huffi
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