Bunny: A Beginning
Felicity was always a happy and curious child from the moment she was born. Samuel and Elizabeth were a strong and industrious couple within their small community, and looked up to by many. The clanging of metal within the blacksmith shop of her father often brought joyful noises from the young baby when she wasn’t watching her mother grind herbs to make various medicines.
The young girl’s eagerness to learn and figure things out was noted by many, especially how quickly she started to walk and talk, faster than any child they’d ever seen. There were a few occasions when the village would notice her babbling or talking to herself, but they always figured it was just a child playing. By the age of 3, Felicity was easily fixing, repairing, and in some cases, building toys she or the other children would play with. She made friends with everyone, within the first few moments of meeting them. This happened whether they wanted it to or not, as Felicity would make up her mind on the matter.
Everyone remembers the day the young girl met a rabbit. The day hadn’t ended before her father and mother hastily constructed a headband for Felicity with bunny ears extending up off of them. Smiles would be seen on even old grouch Manny as Felicity would hop through the streets, her bunny ears bouncing back and forth. Smiles, however, would not last long.
The day the gooblens raided the village was one that marked the town forever. Driven from the mountains by the duke’s guards protecting the forestry, the creatures ended up swarming down through the village. Angered, hungry, and greedy, the gooblens entered houses and fields looting and killing. Some of the village was able to band together to help fight them off, but not before many losses. Crops were stolen, destroyed, burned, or trampled. Some houses were burned down, and shops missing much of their stock.
The people of Valleyforge were regrouping after the swarm passed through, most likely moving on to the next forest, mountain, or village. It started out small, but people noticed one of their strongest wasn’t among them. Samuel couldn’t be found, and it wasn’t long before many were running to the blacksmith. There were signs of struggle outside: a gooblen cut in twain, several with gaping holes from what appeared to be a spear, Samuel’s weapon of choice, and the broken down door of the house.
A few of the elders managed to stop others from going in the house, two of them entering first to see what had happened. The worry and concern was evident on the faces of the crowd. Silence was among them, not even wanting to discuss the possible fate of those inside. After what seemed far too long for those waiting, the elders emerged from the house. In the arms of Gertrude was the body of Felicity. “She is alive,” her grandmotherly voice assuring the crowd for a moment. Then Harold spoke next to her, “It seems Elizabeth kept them back as long as she could, and Samuel died killing the last of them, saving Felicity here.”
The village was devastated, and not because they lacked a blacksmith and a herbalist, but because of poor Felicity. They wondered just how she would react now. Would there be the same cheerful Felicity? The village would be quick to take up caring for her, making sure she had what she needed.
Felicity would remain asleep for two full days, further worrying the village until her eyes opened. She soon learned of what happened to her parents, and the village. There wasn’t much time that passed until she was helping out around the town, that same smile still upon her face, and of course, that hair band always upon her head. She helped brighten the town, and seemed mostly unchanged by what happened. Felicity had cried at the burial, but after that, people were sure they never saw her cry. Some of the more observant of the village noticed she no longer seemed to talk to herself, but that was probably due to her growing older, and the tragedy.
A visitor came through town, and upon seeing Felicity, ended up calling her Felicity the Bunny. The name quickly stuck. Her curiosity was as strong as ever, as well as her desire to learn and figure things out. When she had grown older, a new blacksmith had come to the village, and she was quick to become an apprentice to him. The village wasn’t surprised by how quickly she learned, though some by her ability to do the tasks even though she wasn’t as physically strong. She seemed to focus the most on making spears, a remembrance of her father.
By the time she was in her teens, she had quite a few lucky run-ins with merchants, soldiers, and sellswords. Selling many of her creations, and building up a bit of wealth for herself as she worked away at her homestead, re-using the same tools her father had. While the village marveled at her luck and artisanship, they figured it was due to how active her brain was at figuring things out. That was true, Felicity had quite the capabilities at using logic and reasoning, but there was something she had never shared with anyone.
After waking up, so long ago, she found there was something else she could do. Create. And not just like she had before, there was this energy, or force, that seemed to flow through her body. Even discovering she could heal animals that were hurt, and help restore people’s energy and stamina in town. They all figured it was just her cheery disposition, but she knew it was this force in her body. With this energy came something else though. Something not as happy, that seemed to be able to drain more than create. Mostly keeping it hidden away, she was always aware of this strange entropic force that was also inside of her.
Fin Chapter 1