Evergreen Aster Bunnymund looked down at lust. The man he once called his mate.. That he made forget about him. Now why was bunny in lust's room in lover's mansion on paradise island in the middle of Loch Ness in Scotland? Him and jack had free time so decided to help sandy spread dreams. He chose to come here, he took dream sand from the pouch and sprinkled it on lusts face. Bunnymund was the image that came up, then the sand turned red as the dream became erotic showing lust pounding into bunny. This he blushed at. He remembers when they were younger. Before lust was lust.

But that's not where our story begins. It begins on a crisp spring day when pookas and humans lived in harmony together.

"Geson! Have ye finished gat'ering the vegetables fer o'r guests?" A brunette woman in her late 20s yelled to a 6 year old brown haired boy "yes mot'er!" He yelled back running up with a huge basket full of lettuce, carrots, and radishes. "Good boy, throw them in the pot" his mother, Cor, instructed. He did as told. "Now go find yer fat'er, and hurry!" She said starting to cook. Geson ran off to find his father.

Geson's mother was a huntress, his father a warrior for their village. Geson was already picked as a warrior. When he was 3 he was sat on a table that had a staff for herding, a sycle for farming, a bucket for gathering, a forge hammer for the weapons forge, a bow and knife for huntsman, and last but not least, a wood sword and shield for a warrior. He had chosen the sword and shield. He made his father proud.

Allistor Hurtzman was a tall brown haired man whose hair went down to his waist when it was in a high ponytail and braided. It touched the ground when it was loose. He was one of the strongest warriors in their village, he had to be seeing as he was the village leader, he wielded his sword with pride and could cut a man in half with a single slice of his sword. He had bright blue eyes that no one but his wife and son could read. He was tough and hardened in front of the village but soft and gentle in front of his family, unless he was training Geson.

Cor Hurtzman was the most beautiful woman in the village. She had long brown hair that touched her mid thigh when it was braided in 4 braids with those 4 braided together. She was lean and fit. She had to be if she wanted to be able to hunt. She was strong too one of the strongest women in their village. She had forest green eyes

Geson Hurtzman was a little boy who had quite the muscle on him. His brown hair reached the bottom of his neck when in a high ponytail. It reached the bottom of his shoulder blades when loose. He had his mother's forest green eyes. He obeyed but was stubborn, he was respectful to his elders and followed one rule that everyone followed, if you were a warrior, warrior in training, or hunter/huntress; you reigned supreme over everyone but the group you were in. Which Geson did, especially since his father was the leader of the village.

"Fat'er! Fa'ter!" The young boy yelled running up to his father who picked him up, a smile on his face "how tis my little'n?" His father asked "very well fat'er! Mot'er says to come home befer o'r guests arrive!" Geson said firmly, his father nodded his good byes to his friends and walked to there cottage.

The level of respect you got was in your position in the village:

Warrior had the highest respect.

Hunter/huntress had the second highest.

Weapons forge had the third highest.

herding had the next highest.

Farming was the fifth highest to hold respect.

If you were a gatherer no one had any respect for you, seeing as they brought in less food then anyone else.

As soon as they got home they heard horns going off in the distance, their guests had arrived