Cold....That's all Braylin remembered feeling....So....Cold....Why was that cold feeling always there? Ugh...Pain...That pain...It too was always there...Why? Darkness.....Was it always so dark? He wished he could fully remember....He couldn't....He couldn't remember....Anything. Braylin was face first in mud, wearing torn and raggedy clothes. His feet, legs, arms and hands were covered ib bruises and cuts. His face had a pretty bad gash on it too...His arm was swollen, it was turning a purplish yellow color. His skin was turning pale, as the rain pound down like a thousand needles. It was going to storm...Braylin could smell it....But he couldn't get up...When he tried moving pain would shoot through his ankle and arm....What was wrong with them? The boy whimpered from the pain. He had fell out of a tree, a very tall one, trying to get berries from it of it. The branch had cracked from his weight, and he fell. Now he was on the ground. His dogs surrounded him, their noses nudging him as they whimpered, trying to get him to move. Braylin looked at them, shivering uncontrollably from the cold. He needed help, or he was going to die. He knew he was going to die....Who would help him?