All alone
This is my first fanfiction so I'm sorry if it's not very good. Please read and review.
Harkat peered around one of the tents housing a Cirque member, to stare across at the other little people at the edge of the campsite. He didn't feel as if he belonged here anymore. When Darren and Mr Crepsley had been here he had felt like he belonged. He used to have someone to be with, someone who had made him feel different from the other little people. He used to help Darren collect food for the little people, but know that Darren was gone he had to do it all but himself because no one else had taken up the job.
Harkat turned away from the campsite and limped into the forest to find what had ever died the previous day, to feel the little people.
After about an hour of hunting, Harkat's bag was nearly full. He had found a few rabbits, a couple of blackbirds and even a dog that had been run over by a car on the nearby road. He was on his way back when he heard a frantic scrabbling noise coming from a bush not far off the forest path. He dropped his bag and limped over to find a young fox cub caught up in some wire. Harkat unwrapped the wire and held the fox up, one hand around its neck, the other around its lower back. He was about to snap the foxes neck when he stopped suddenly. The fox was perfectly still and Harkat could feel its small, fast pulse in its neck under his gray, scared hand. Harkat stood for a moment, thinking. Here he stood, an unimportant little person, with life and death in his hand. He looked at the fox, before placing it on the floor and setting it free. He stooped to pick up his bag and limped back to the campsite.
Harkat was about half way back when he noticed he was being followed. He looked around to see the little fox cub standing a few feet away. It looked up at
him, before trotting to Harkat's side were it sat and waited for him to start walking again. The little person smiled to himself. It looked like he had made a friend. Maybe he wasn't so alone after all.
