Once in a far away land, lived a boy all alone in a small cottage. The boy didn’t have a name, and therefore he did not know who he was. The boy was around the age of 13. He did not remember where he came from, who his parents were, or how he came to be in the cottage. All he remembered was waking up in a room with blue curtains and a dirty red carpet placed at the side of the bed he woke up in.
He did not remember any of his past, but he had knowledge of how to read, write and plant things. He also knew the rules of how families work and live together, although he had no memories of his own. And for some reason that did not seem to bother him. Every day the boy went outside to a patch of garden that was on the right side of his cottage. He would plant seeds and, harvest the fruits and vegetables that have grown. He would get his water from a well that was located on his field.
Some days he would go down to the nearby village with a wagon full of his freshly picked fruits and vegetables to trade them for clothes or any other things he needed, but the strange thing about this village was that as soon as he came, all the people hid inside their homes or businesses. No one spoke to him, but he could see them glaring at him from behind their doors and windows. He would just smile and proceed to get the things he needed, leaving the fruits and vegetables on the store counter with a note of what items he took and a thank you.
One night, when the boy was in the midst of falling asleep, he heard a loud scream that frightened him. He put on his new shirt that he bought from the village and ran outside, only to find a small girl crying on his field. He was amazed to see this little girl so far from the village.
“Are you OK?” he said, as he placed his hand on her shoulder. She stopped crying and peered up to him, staring at him through her curly red hair. She did not seem scared of him at all. “ My name is Ella, and I am lost,” she whispered. He gave her a grin to show that she could trust him and then he led her back to his cottage. He prepared for her some cut-up fruit from his garden and a glass of water. Despite her being nervous, she gobbled up everything on her plate.
“Do you live in the village near here?” he asked. "No, I do not live there. My mother sent me to drop something off at the village, but I got lost along the way, and it was so dark out that I tripped and fell, that’s when I screamed, and then you found me.” She paused to take a breath. “So, do you know how to get to the village?” she asked. “Yes, I do,” replied the boy, “however, it is a long journey and I will not be heading into the village for at least a month. You are more than welcome to stay here until then.” Ella nodded her head in agreement.
The next morning, he woke up but, to his surprise, Ella was not there. So the boy became sad - it was nice to have someone to talk to. Thinking it was a dream, he went outside to begin his work in the fields. When he went outside he began to smile with relief because he saw Ella on the field, smelling flowers.
He went to her, and she asked him “Did you plant all these flowers?” “Yes” said the boy. “Could you teach me how to plant?” she asked excitedly. “Of course, it’s easy” he said. So the boy started teaching Ella how to plant, and while they were planting, Ella asked the boy, “Do you have a name?” He said, “To be honest, I don’t even remember my name or any of my past before the cottage.” “Well I do!” said Ella.
The boy looked at her strangely. What does she mean? he thought, but before he could ask her, she continued. “Well, anyways, I think am going to call you Hunter." "Hunter???" said the boy, “why?” “It just suits you,” she replied.
So as the days passed by, Ella and Hunter got to know one another well. Every day, they would play games, plant, and much more. Hunter was having so much fun that he did not realize how fast the time went, and soon it was a month and time to go to the village again. Hunter and Ella were up early the next morning, preparing for the journey ahead of them.
They set off before the sun was fully in the sky. It would take them eight hours to get there, and they wanted to get to the village before the afternoon. In the eight hours it took them to get there, Ella and Hunter talked, played and ran.
Finally, they made it to the village. They were standing at the entrance of the village and, as usual, everybody locked themselves in their homes. Ella looked at Hunter, and said goodbye. She lifted up her fingers and made a strange sound from her mouth, and then all the villagers came out of their homes, grabbed Hunter and tied his hands.
Hunter was shocked, he tried to get away. “What is going on?!” he shouted, looking at Ella for help. “You have to pay for your crimes,” Ella said, and this time she was not smiling. They tied him to a pole and started to collect firewood and placed it under him. He began to scream “What did I do?!”
At that moment, Ella appeared in front of him. Hunter whispered to Ella, “Did you come to save me?” Ella smirked and said, “Remember when we first met, I told you that I was dropping something off at this village?” “Yes,” replied hunter. "Well… you were that something!”
Hunter did not understand. “What! Why would you do this to me? I trusted you!” Ella stopped smiling and looked right into Hunters big brown eyes. “You really don’t remember what you did, do you? Didn’t you ever wonder why everyone hides from you when you come to the village, or why you don’t remember who you are?”
Hunter had no idea what she was talking about. “Hunter, you are being punished for the crime of….”
- “Jack!” his mother yelled, "Stop reading that book and come downstairs and eat!" Bam! Jack closed the book, and while running downstairs he thought to himself, that was the most interesting and twisted book I have ever read. He was excited to find out what did Hunter had done - but after dinner.