After you was able to get used to my weak, stubby legs, you thought out which direction your house was in. It was decided you'd to go left, considering there was a small trail, and most likely a way to a city if not home. Thinking about previous avents made you feel nervous.
'What if my mother and father don't know it's me. Or don't belive me.' You thought, before a slight crack of a twig was heard. There was silence throughout the forest for a few moments, before the birds began to hum their songs again. You could hear someone yelling. It was faint, but you could still hear it.
"Maybe it's people." you said aloud, heading off the trail, towards the strange voice.
You glimpsed down at your hands. Greyish. Not you. As you came to the top of the hill, there was about a mile or two before you fi