Giddeon was the king of the West.

A full-blooded idiot like most royals. It seems to run in those families. All related to each other and with a similar look and expression. The people were used to it. Common sense was not asked for a king, he just needed to be born in the right bed. Gideon apparently was although he couldn't remember it.

His mother was close to a heart attack as she saw him after the people who assisted her brought her the child they claimed she gave birth too. She was sure that what they showed her was not hers. She been tricked and screamed her lung out.
Gideon only looked at her. No sign of recognizing her and her screaming didn't upset him either.
Long story short she ran off to the forest where time does not exist. Finding the child that was stolen from her was her first and only priority, not taking care of someone else's creature.

"I have a friend I think you would really like", the raven said to the upset woman he once found in the forest.

She lost her voice after screaming on top of her lung for too long. He felt pity for her and had observed and followed her for months. He dropped the piece of cheese at her feet he just stole out of the palace's kitchen.

"Come along, you can eat while you walk."

The raven decided to sit on her shoulder so he could guide and talk some sense into her, besides the fact, he didn't mind to be carried around by a woman. It gave him certain respect and she brought some glamour into his life. The other animals seem to respect her.

"About that Giddeon you are right. He is not your son. They switched him for your child but you already knew that. A good friend of mine saved your kid and you better hurry because they are searching for him. The "good people" I mean. As you know they always know better and think they can save the world by exchanging young life and nature for their products".

"Genocide", she whispered.

"Keep telling yourself that woman," he said, "name it the way you want as long as you keep walking. It took me long to find what is yours. You don't like the cheese?"

As they arrived at a dark part of the forest a huge wolf waited for them.

"Is that her?"

"You thought I would bring you someone else?"

The wolf looked at the woman's face and nodded, turned around and disappeared into the bushes.

"We better follow him", the raven said, "before he changes his mind and keeps it himself."

"No chance I already have 12 of my own. He's in there", the wolf said to the woman as he pointed in the direction of a cave.

"Take what is yours and leave at the end of the cave. Do not come back here or you will regret it."

For a moment she hesitated.

Tales taught her that ravens and wolves are thieves and cannot be trust but life proved those who call themselves "good people" were most evil of all.

"Thank you", she said and went into the cave. No matter how this story would end at least this was her free choice.

 

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