The Polymorphes Felyx & Hunt

by The Goddess Of Comfort

Little girl, Subject C-Clara, is adopted by the village Chief, Quinn, from a harsh life in her prison cell. She barely remembers her past. She only remembers the boy that fed her one night when she was hungry. Will she find out what sets her apart from the other villagers? Other humans? Or will she perish in the attempt to find her name?

1. Chapter 1

The sweet fragrance of berry tea wafted through the slits of the prison. Footsteps on packed dirt was heard. Two eyes blinked out of the darkness. A gasp escaped the poor girl's lips. She immediately bit her lip, drawing blood. Despair and hopelessness flitted across the parts of her face that was still visible under the dim light. The thought 'No use' ran over and over in her mind. I'm going to die, she thought bitterly. The footfalls stopped. A shadow blocked the only source of light in her stone cell that was streaming through stone bars.

"Hello?"He whispered. His eyes squinted and scanned the dark room, finally landing on the badly bruised body of the girl.
"Are you alright in there?"He asked, trying to press his face as close as possible to the bars. The girl only whimpered, pulling her legs closer to her face, biting her cheek to stop a cry when the metal rope cut into her left wrist and tore the red, raw skin. The concern on the young boy's face was evident. He disappeared from view. A few moments later, he popped up and tossed a smooth oval object. The girl flinched, expecting rocks like what the other villagers would throw. When the object just bounced off her head onto her lap, she was surprised. It's not a rock?

"It's a loaf of bread. I thought you looked hungry, so..."He gestured to the girl. She stared at the loaf. She kept staring. Staring... And pounced on the loaf like a ravenous beast. While eating, she realised the cell was getting a bit brighter. She turned towards the bars to find the unknown boy getting ready to leave. She quickly opened her mouth to say something.

"Th- Thank you,"She rasped, voice cracked and high-pitched from lack of use. She wiped her mouth on the poor excuse of a piece of clothing and only succeed in smudging the dirt all over her face.

"You're welcome, Wolf Girl!"The boy said in a rather teasing tone, happily using the nickname he oh-so "brilliantly" thought of while watching the prisoner gulping down chunks of bread. He waved and disappeared. The dirty girl looked on forlornly at the spot where the free meal came from.

From that day onwards, she always stayed awake, every night without fail, to wait for the welcomed company of the boy, wishing that she could just to listen to him and have a friendly person to stay with. However, the boy did not return, and when he did, the girl was already gone.