Chp. 3-New Land

     “We're here at the place where I live, Nashili Village. As you see over there at the sign he's my little brother. Those two over there looking at us, My Mom and Dad, wave back if you want.”

 We walk further into the bay, getting closer to a small hut of sorts.

 “Well, this is where I live, so is it enough for someone like you?”

 He jokingly said, I nodded a little mad.

Months passed by, and my days were at most blissful, learning about the villagers the more I spent with them. But in the end, I couldn't stay for long. I still need to find the reason of my sudden awakening or to be exact what happen. I wander beside the coast waving goodbye to the villagers.

 Days of travel were the most boring of journeys. My walks were far and endless. The difficult terrain made my steps uneven, and the wilderness. How can nature be so beautiful yet so frightening?  Days went by the more boredom I felt…

I'm still wandering but I did get out the coast, it must have been a year. A year? That's a pretty wild estimation but I do feel like it's been a year of walking. 

Ever since traveling, I have kept logs of things I've seen while on the journey, with this handy book, I had been given from the village. If I counted the entries it would be around a year or so. My estimation wouldn't be wrong I guess.

 It's pretty boring since walking but I have seen some sights. I've seen others wandering as well, waving at them. Some didn't take it well, it was a mixed batch of reactions. There were exotic animals I'd seen and heard of by wanderers.

 I made it to a huge clearing in the forest with large buildings. I found another village. More like a city. As I went into the city there were shops and other buildings with different kinds of uses.

 I reached a new place to stay after such a long trip. the looks of people and gossip were upon me, too much time passed and my apperance suffers for that. I should clean up, after I should picked new clothes. 

Since it's been a year, I haven't gotten any new information about Nashili village being concerned. I ask around for information. I ask the man working in the front of the store. I waved and smiled while greeting to not seem more suspicious than I already am. 

"HI hello sir, may I ask how Nashili village has been? 

My speaking skills have gotten better. I am no baby anymore.