The sounds of people snoring forced my eyes open and I couldn't believe that I expected an attack when there were no enemies in sight.

For whatever reason the kids' numbers have increased and instead of there being two or three there are a lot of them now, I don't bother looking for any of the food that I made the day before because it's all gone now.

Judging from the bones that are the only evidence of the meat that I didn't cook, they must have been starving.

I can understand why they stole my food, but what I can't understand is why they decided to sleep out here with me, rather than go back into town where the walls would have kept them safe.

the sun is just starting to rise and as a reward for waking up early, I'm granted the view of the grey and black sky being replaced by a combination of red and orange colors that almost look as if the sky has caught on fire.

The different colors in the sky quickly fade and once again I'm greeted by the blue sky of day.

I should point out that the ground here isn't green and full of life like the one inside the grass, instead, it's dry, and if I didn't know any better I would have said that I'm standing at the edge of a desert.

The sound of quickly moving bodies tells me that the kids have finally woken up but I ignore them as I look at the town again, nothing is interesting about it.

To any onlooker or stranger, it's just a town that's protected by thick clay walls.

The sounds of children's voices force me to turn around and when I turn to look at them, I find that they are all staring at me as if they were expecting something.

One of the older girls says something in her language but I have no idea what she is saying.

So I just exhale stand up and walk into the grass.

I begin to grab several leaves of grass before I firmly press them together making them stick to one another, even if the air near the edge of the grass is considerably drier than the air inside the grass there's no reason for water not to fall into what I'm making.

I learned this trick during my journey, every morning the grass would always be covered in water, so I had to figure out a way to get that water so that I didn't die from thirst.

I half expected the kids to be gone by the time I made it out again, but once again I was surprised to see them using my house to hide from the sun.

I watched as they turned to look at me when they realized that I was standing next to them.

When I saw that they were all looking at me, I signaled to them to come closer to me.

Naturally, they were hesitant to do so, but that hesitation quickly vanished when I tugged the grass leaf and water started to pour onto the ground.

I watched as they all shoved one another and either washed their faces or drank their fill of water.

I couldn't help but smile as the dirt and filthy faces that I had seen moments earlier vanished and I looked into the smiling expressions of the children.

A sense of uneasiness began to set in as I realized that I was falling back into my old ways.

'What am I doing?" I asked myself, as my smile vanished.

The natives are no different from people that live in small towns, or people from other countries when a person goes to visit them.

Sure they are friendly people who always have a smile on their face, but that's only while a person is just visiting the places where they live.

The moment that a person from a small town learns that you are going to live in that town they quickly lose that friendly nature and do everything in their power to belittle you and make sure that you know that you aren't welcomed there.

It isn't long before the water stops coming out as the time for it has ended.

I watch as the majority of the kids walk back into the town, but a few remain at my side. Several boys and girls begin to chase one another as they forget about everything and play with one another like children tend to do.

yet for whatever reason one of the girls is sitting underneath my house, her clothes have already dried but for whatever reason she is holding onto her undersized dress,

I follow her gaze and I notice that she has been staring at a group of girls who are all gathering around a girl is showing off her new red dress and bright green hat.

"You owe me for this." I say to her before I walk back into the grass and start to make as much noise as I can.

I ignore the sounds of the creatures running towards my location before I toss myself to the side and listen as they all begin to attack one another.

I can't allow myself to breathe, I even try to force my heart to stop beating, as I listen to the creatures tear into one another.

The sounds have stopped which means that one or two of them is still alive.

Now comes the hard part, I have to kill one or more creatures who are more than ready to keep fighting for their lives and more importantly their food.

I slowly crawl out of my hiding spot as I hold my breath while hoping that whatever is still alive doesn't notice me.

I can't help but smile when I see that one of the lizards that has a whip sword for a tail has killed one of the giant Matis, both creatures pierced each other heads with their weapons.

The sounds of something moving wake me up and I start to drag the different bodies out of the grass and into the open land.

It's a lot harder to move an animal from one place to another than it is to cut it open and take what you need.

I drag the different bodies to the edge of the town all the while the kids follow me while doing it, I'm covered in sweat by the time I'm done. Even now that I'm in the best shape that I have ever been in, I still struggle to breathe when doing something new.

I look at the entrance of the town and once again I find that I have drawn a crowd.

While gasping for air, I point at the animal carcasses, while pulling at my shirt and then pointing at the kids.

An old man who is wearing some kind of white hat that wraps around his head and is wearing some kind of long white dress nods before waving at me to follow him.

I don't do anything when I see the men of the town gather around the creature's bodies and start to carry them inside, a tap on the shoulder from one of the men tells me that I should follow them.

I do as I was told or at least what I believe I was told, and despite carefully watching my steps and keeping a close eye on my surroundings I'm aware that if things go wrong I won't be able to escape.

the inside of the town is decorated with what looks to be scarfs, and curtains alongside several different kinds of clothes and fruits all of which are brightly colored.

The houses are made out of the same orange and brown clay that the walls are made of, and as I look around I begin to notice the wary expressions on the dark brown faces of the people living here.

Not only that but the kids that left their friends behind have come back and are now amongst the crowd that are following me and the rest of the men.

My journey ends in what looks like the town center, but I have no way of knowing if it is or if it's just a large empty part of the town.

I soon see the same old man who is standing next to some kind of machine and I watch as the men begin to throw the bodies of the creatures into it.

Every time that a body is thrown into the device, it seems to weigh the creature before the man who threw it picks it up and the man behind him does the same.

It doesn't take a genius to know that the men of the town are a lot stronger than I am.

When I wasn't even able to pick one of the creature's bodies off the ground and was forced to drag them behind me, they were able to do it with ease.

the old man now has a wide smile on his face and he yells something at the crowd, but I don't know what he is saying.

I watch as several old men gather and start to write something on what looks like animal skin and I approach them only when the first old man waves at me to come closer.

I watch as he reaches into his pocket and shows me several clay coins, they all vary in size but it doesn't take a genius to understand that this is these people's currency.

It might not be this world's money, but it's what these people use for money.

He then points at several words written on the animal skin, before he points at the coins again as if he's trying to explain what each coin is worth or how much I just earned.

I raise my hand to stop him from saying anything else as I repeat the same things that I did at the town entrance.

The old man nods before yelling at the people around us, who quickly run around as if they were just told to do something important.

The only thing that I can do, is watch as they come back with bras spots, and pans, along with clay bricks and what looks like wheel barrels full of clothes.

One old woman even showed up with a basket filled with daggers and knives for some reason.

The old man then shakes my hand before he rolls up the animal skin and signals to me that it's time for me to leave.

I didn't say anything as the townspeople carried everything to my gras house before leaving whatever they were carrying near it, and now that I had a chance to process what just happened I realized that I had just been robbed.

I was about to signal to the old man that I didn't want any of this, but the excited voices of the kids forced me to keep my mouth shut.

I turned and saw several women helping the kids put on their new clothes and whatever feelings of anger I had were gone when I saw their smiling faces.

I noticed that the girl who made me do all of this walked towards me and began to spin while she held onto the skirt of her red dress, she wasn't alone several of the other girls did the same and the boys just admired one another.

I can hear the people and the kids saying something, but I have no way of knowing what they are saying to one another.