A Little Story - Part One

         There once was a little boy, who had no name because he did not need one. He was alone in the world with no one to care for him or offer a kind word, there of course was no one to beet him or insult him either, but unimaginable torment can come from solitude. Since he could not remember a better time, solitude did not bother him so much, what in fact did bother him was the fact that aside from hunting and scavenging he had nothing to do. He walked and walked in search of some sort of fulfillment.
         One day he found something strange, something the likes of which he had never seen before, drawn by curiosity he tiptoed closer and closer to the structure that lay in front of him. He felt warmth that came from it and all so suddenly he felt afraid because he would also feel warmth when he approached some great wild beast. He drew the sharp stone that he always carried on himself, as he was always ready. The thing made no move, so he cautiously touched its stone like surface. Nothing. The boy soon realized that what the tips of his fingers had touched was not only stone like, it was stone. It was not a cave, it was not a nest but something in between, at this the boy imagined a great winged bear. Hence he has never seen such thing, yet again curiosity got the best of him. He found an opening in the structure protected by wood of some sort, he gave it a little push, and with great hardship and screeching it opened and revealed its seceret
          There was no winged bear inside, in relief or perhaps even disappointment, the tightened muscles in his back loosened. It was warm inside and welcoming, there was a little fire in one corner and what he reasoned a place of sleep across from it. The room also had a large pile of white stone, those must have been the creatures provisions, he has seen bears carry meat back to their caves on few occasion, though they seemed well fed, they were most dangerous then. The muscles in his back tightened again as he readied his sharp stone.
         The place of sleep, covered in skins and strange soft, comfortable looking fabric, seemed to stir, slightly so but it bothered the boy. He uncovered the creature and to his great surprise, it took incredible resemblance to himself. The creature woke to the sudden change and when it realized its situation it screamed. Terrified the boy backed away, which was of course a grave mistake. The creature was on its feet at once and very to protect itself with some sharp object more defined and sophisticated than his.
         The creature, unlike what he expected, did not charge at him instead it started to make sounds trying to communicate with him. It reminded him of birds song and crickets though the sound were much smoother and flowing, they soothed him. He of course did not understand.