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(Reasons; Few cuss words and I guess some gore and torture….)
Its Kurts backstory about his Village turning on him so its gonna be dark….. I just wanna be safe.

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Chapter 2

A Glimmer of Hope.

As the sun peaked over the mountain green tops A breeze whisked through the air. Making the atmosphere cool and collective. The sunrise was beautiful and the air was cool.
Tiny rays of light started to shine through the stone windows of the massive stone monistary.
The small rays hit the face of a young, blue furred child, no older than eight. His eyes started to flicker and his vision blurred. But with a sudden jolt, the boy sat straight up with a quick intake of air.
The quick movements where not wise as he soon felt a searing pain in his upper shoulder. The boy let out a gasp of pain and held his shoulder tightly.
The boy felt the shirt on his body and could tell in was brand new, as where his pants and undergarments.
After calming himself the boy looked around the room.
It was nothing special, to his left was the door and to his right was a night stand and a cupboard, and a book shelf to his left.
A chair also sat next to his bed in the perfect position to watch over him.
The boy was confused and his brain dismantled.
But suddenly the door quietly and calmly opened.
A man in a hooded robe walked into the room and shut the door behind him
The small boy began to panic and tried to get away from the man.
He jumped out of the bed, knocked over the chair and fell into the floor with a thud and a moan as it was obvious that he had hurt his shoulder further.
The hooded man soon realized that he was frightening the poor child and so he took off his hood and rushed to the boys aid.
"Child! Are you alright?" The man asked as he knelt beside of the boy.
The boy could only look up in fear and confusion as the man spoke calmly to him.
This was the first time anyone had ever spoken kindly to the boy. Outside of his deceased parents.
The boy finally broke his trance and nodded at the man.
He was soon scooped up by the man and placed back into bed.
"You must rest child. You where badly injured when you came to us." The man said compassionately as he covered the boy in blankets.
The boy looked up in confusion, still refusing to speak a word. Why was this man showing him so much kindness when the world had only shown him so much hate.
"May I ask your name child?"
The boy sat and stared in silence. He did not answer for several seconds before looking up at the man and speaking. "Kurt." He said hoarsely "Kurt Wagner." The man smiled at knowing the boys real name.
"Now I suppose that you are now very confused, yes?" Asked the man as his face smiled at him.
The man looked no older than forty. His hair was cut short on the top and a oval shaped bearded ad formed around his mouth. He was a quiet peaceful looking man and his presence seemed to calm the boy.
The boy nodded still silent as he was trying to take this all in.
The man sighed and opened his mouth to speak. "My name is brother Johan. I am the one who found you. While taking my morning walk with God I passed one of the calmer parts the river. And that is where I saw you. Laying on the shore of the river, all bloodied up. I rushed down to see if you where still alive. When I became closer I saw your true form but did not care. I carried you up to the monistary and hid you in this room while I tended to your wounds." Johan took a breath and continued. "After I got you cleaned up and taken care of I returned to my duties while keeping you a secret. On the third day we received word that there had been a massacre in a nearby village. The people said that they had killed a demon and its caretakers. After hearing the demons description I knew it was you that they had tied to kill but by the grace of God you are alive Kurt." Johan said taking Kurts hand.

Kurt sat in silence after hearing about what all had happened while he had been unconscious.
Johan smiled at him and stood. "I will return with nourishment. Stay here." He said as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Kurt curled up in the bed and turned his face away from the door.
Tears began forming in his eyes and where soon flowing freely down his furry cheeks.
His parents where now gone, and he had been shot.
His entire world had just crumbled beneath his feet and all he wanted to do was wake up.
Wake up from this horrible nightmare in his bed, in his house in the hill. Then he would scream and his mother would rush to his side and comfort him telling him that he was alright and that she would always be there to comfort him.
But he didn't wake up this time.
He wasn't in his room, in his house on a hill, and his mother was not there to comfort him.
She was gone now.
His family, ripped apart.

Johan soon returned with food and placed the tray fill of hot soup, water, and a small piece of bread, on the boys lap. Johan smiled as he watch the boy gobble up the food.
Johan laughed because he had never seen a person eat with such speed but yet manage not to make a mess.
After he was finished Kurt looked up at Johan and smiled the first smile he had smiled in a long time.
"Thank you." He said quietly.
"You are welcome Kurt, now rest." Johan said as he took the tray away.
Kurt put his head back and held his shoulder.
Thinking about what his future held and how he was to recover from such a mess.
Perhaps Brother Johan will allow him to stay.
Or maybe he will live the rest of his life on the streets.
This uncertainty made him restless. He twisted and turned but could not bring himself to sleep anymore. He had too much to think about,
What now?