It started when I met a strange boy, who nearly electrocuted me in the woods, eating a T-Rex carcass.
I don’t know where he got the fire.
He looked strange, his eyes didn’t have a crease, his skin was light, almost yellow.
In contrast, my skin is rust-colored, I have long eyelashes with a crease.
His clothes were nice, they weren’t cut up and filled with holes like mine, they were white and crisp looking.
“What’s your name?” I asked him.
He made a noise, then said “I am Damon.”
So he speaks English.
“Are you from the Land of Darkness?” That’s all I could come up with.
We’re not supposed to go into the Land of Darkness.
“Land of darkness?” He asked.
“Your hair isn’t colored,” I said, shifting the subject ever so slightly.
“Yeah, y’know, when something significant happens you dye your hair?”
“Dye!?” The boy jumped back and got into a battle stance.
Electricity generated around him.
“What are you?” I asked.
“I am Damon!” He said.
“Well Damon, I won’t hurt you, please calm down… Are you a boogeyman?” I asked.
“Boogeymen eat kids, I eat boogeymen. There’s never any boogeyman seen, my fault.” He told me.
“You should go with me to the village. Darklind.” I told him.
“Why your hair not colored?” Damon asked me.
“I’m a rebel,” I answered.
“Ooo.” He was impressed.