James wandered the woods without knowing or caring where he was going. For awhile he had counted the days, but eventually gave up. All he knew was that it had been a very long time.
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One day, he noticed that the trees were starting to thin. Perhaps he was nearing Westfall. He was exhausted and decided to stop for some rest. He sat down with his back against a tree to close his eyes for just a minute.
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When he opened them he was not in the forest anymore. He was in some small town that he had never seen before. He tried to move but found that his movement was restricted. He had been placed in a stock with his arms and neck locked in place, which left him leaning over in an uncomfortable position.
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That night it rained. James's fur was quickly soaked. James longed to be back home, sitting in front of the fireplace with his family. He longed to hear the laughter of his children and his wife's sweet voice. He wanted to hold Calissa close and whisper to her that everything was going to be alright.
But none of that could ever happen again. And, James realized, it was all the Alliance's fault. They failed to protect the people of Elwyn forest. They were always too busy with more "important" things. James vowed that he would make them pay.
The end.
