A/N: No, I do not own Ice Age or any of the characters except for my OC's.
Running. Always running. From pain. From my past. From my ever greater fear of hurting others. My fear of getting too close. Close enough to cause pain. I have to protect everyone else from me. From the risk that comes from getting to know me. Why? Because I'm a murderer. At least, I might as well be one. I caused their deaths.
My clan will be after me. They'll get me. There was no time to say goodbye to my friends. There was no time at all. I had to leave, and quickly. Maybe, I understand too much. I mean, my clan is after me. For what? Because I may've caused the deaths of a few weasels?! Okay…I might see their point. Murder is a good enough reason to chase me…I guess. Anyway, I think I'm getting just a little ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning of the tale. My story of false accusations, death, pain, loneliness, and all of my futile attempts to run away from it all. This is my story of how I would rise up from the depths of my past to live a more glorious future. My name is Buckminster and this is my story.
