It's been a week...
A whole week since the burning of that place, the screams of his brothers and sisters melting, of the cracking and crunching of that man-made shelter. Every night he relives that moment, and every moment he wakes up hot and afraid, as if he was still there. He tried to forget that night. ...But how could he? This distress had caused his own natural flames to soften to the point of them being unnoticed, and which were normally cool to the touch, burn harshly against his spine.
Keic shook his singed, blacken fur, and stopped walking to touch his cracked bell. There was only a small piece of the scroll connected to the bell left, the rest had burned away. At least now he knew that he was worthless, that no human would bother wanting him for anything. He flattened his ears, but not for sadness. No. He was in fact intrigued about the beings who had taken him and his family earlier. Envious of the strength, the intelligence, and the gifts the human have. He wanted that... To be able to become human.
...If only.
Time passed, as the burned rat walked on in the hot sun. By the time the sun got closer to setting, he had stumbled upon a herd of humans and more shelters like the one that burned down, but still different.
They all hurried by. Not paying any notice to him watching in awe; but the ones who did notice him, made sure to avoid him with a look of disgust.
To be able to have that power they have. He chattered to himself.
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