The journey begins

I squatted down near the pile of wood I made earlier, and with the the rocks I held in my hands tried to cause a fire friction between them. But of course, I had no experience so it didn't work. Maybe I could make it just before dawn to the city and so didn't need a nights rest. But getting there on time wasn't the problem it was how. I felt so incredibly hungry that I could just about pluck every apple from the tree I was sitting under, then eat, yet still feel hungry. It became obvious to me that the longer I stayed within this part of the forest the hungrier I became. My hunger wasn't this noticeable just a few hours ago. I now craved for food almost ravishingly, it was intense and never had I felt such a feeling before. My hands were shaking from the mental toll of me fighting against not grabbing to eat the apples on the floor. The strawberry shrubs did not look that full and red when I first saw them. I could almost taste its ripe juice and inner meat playing around the inside of my mouth. I just wanted one small bite. But I knew it was that one small bite that I thought of as so insignificant and harmless that could be the reason to the start of my damnation. Everything starts somewhere and everything must end somewhere.

Even the grass at this point looked appealing. How is it that in the city they're able to control their gluttony. It seemed the rule only applies whilst one was in the garden forest. It would make sense, perhaps someone within the city relies on this place too much and didn't want wanderers sharing from their somewhat farm. Even though the fruit grows back. They call this capitalism from where I come from.

I needed to leave, as far away as possible and that was the only option. I could pick the fruits that I want and head towards the river then cross it to where the centaurs I saw earlier roamed. So I plucked out one apple, one mango, one orange, a handful of strawberries and blackberries then made way for the river. I made sure to not eat till I had crossed and was deep inside their part of the forest instead. When I arrived the centaurs were gone, I knew I should've befriend them but it was too late now. I held on the castor leafe so that it a-floated on top of the water with one hand and scooped against the current with the other. Some of the strawberries managed to fall into the river and dissolve and so I strided my way there afterwards a lot more slowly. I had short hair which just about reached to my shoulders, so it didn't get damp. But the clothes I was wearing were utterly drenched starting from my trunk. My khaki green jumper felt heavier than before. I was just lucky that I was also wearing a pair of nylon black trousers and so it didn't absorb the water so bad. I figured I could manage, my jumper would dry eventually in this heat. I then took off my black boots so that they could also dry and began walking in further.