"Gallien! This isn't funny! Where are you?" The little boy ran through the forest as he had lost track of his older sister. They had been sent out into the forest to go find firewood, which had turned into a game, which had then turned into him getting desperately lost.

He stumbled through the words, yelling out his sister's name in hopes she would find him. It would be getting dark within the hour and he wanted to get home soon. Home where it was safe.

"Gallien! I wanna go home!" As the tears came to his face, he tripped on a low branch and landed face first on the ground. Sitting up, he looked down at his knee and started to cry the moment he saw the blood. It didn't hurt as much as he made it sound, but he was in a complete panic.

"Are you ok?" came a little voice from behind a tree.

Immediately he stopped crying and looked around. Where had it come from? There was no one else around. "W-Who said that?" He sniffled and tried to wipe away the tears.

"I did of course!" It came from the large tree in front of him. Was the tree talking…? It seemed like it.

"What's y-your name?" he asked, getting even more scared.

"Romulus! What's yours?" said the tree.

"I-I'm…" He was too scared to say his name to the talking tree.

"Well, spit it out!" Instead of the tree talking, a head popped out from the side. Another little boy, just a bit older than the other walked over to him and inspected the knee. "That looks like it hurts. Here! I'll fix it!" Taking his own clothes, he wiped the knee clean and wrapped it with a bit of tunic and kissed it gently. "Mama Lupa says that kisses make the pain go away, but her kisses are licks and I don't lick."

The blond boy didn't say a word the entire time, but just watched the boy dress his little wound.

"Well, I got to go home now. I'll see you later!" With that, he ran back into the woods leaving the boy alone again.

Before he could say anything, the familiar voice of his sister echoed through the woods.

"There you are! I thought I lost you!" She grabbed his arm and helped him to stand. "Lets go home. We have the firewood we need." Before he could respond, she dragged him through the forest back to their little tent on the outskirts of the forest.

"Maman! We're home!" she shouted at the top of her lungs as they got closer.

"I was starting to get worried about you two. I am glad you're home safe." Their graceful mother picked up the little boy and cuddled him close. Her bright eyes caught notice of the makeshift bandage on his knee. "What happened my love?"

He hugged her tightly around her neck and rested his head on his shoulder, starting to drift off from the stressful day. "I scraped my knee. . . Romulus put a bandage on it. . ." With a yawn to finish his sentence, he was out like a light.

His mother Gaia, only looked at the bandage before taking it off and discarding it into the fire. With that, he took him inside their small tent to put him to rest, to let him sleep off the events of the day.