Lucien's p.o.v
Today is my last day in the wild, but it is surprising to say that I didn't have any dream about the girl like I used to.
The fourth time I did, I had demanded to see her face after she had appeared to me naked. She demanding I return her cloth I had stolen from the other time and only then will she reveal herself.
And it makes me wonder? Could she really be real? And what if she's real, what would my connection with her be?
I rose to my feet from the furry floor of my house on the tree following a meal of roasted venison and wine. My gaze fell on the white fabric that belongs to the girl and I grabbed it at a go, holding it firmly in my hand.
The birds sang, and the trees danced as I walked my way through the wild to its river bank. I padded through the forest, my fee
