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This maze building sounds amazing and I dearly hope to be a part of it.

What an amazing tale! It would be awesome to have been part of that. I hope your children find you on here.

Pharo family-

This is Striker Pharo. Lived to 57. Male.

I was born to a reluctant mother who almost abandoned me because she was resentful of the inevitable -- pregnancy.

She continued to tend to her rabbits closely as I wandered between a family of rabbits, silently expectant.

Bevin, my mother, you could practically hear her eyes roll as she lifted me and said 'fine' and then asked me to follow her, and that it wasn't anything against me personally, but rather her heart was set on rabbits. Fate doesn't always deal us decent cards.

I went to follow dutifully when she stopped, turned back and named me, "You are Strong." Though, my name appeared as 'Striker.' I fondly considered both to be my name.

Bevin had her daughter feed me, which was done with great enthusiasm. Thank you, Smaran. You were a wonderful sister. Someone later dropped a backpack and I quickly caught it, it contained carrots. Thank you.

As I grew older, I admired my mothers independence and duties. I spied a bow and arrow sitting idly, almost naive to the nature that could bestow upon it if the wrong hands caught wind. I felt a magnetism to the material. I filled my pack with determination and food and set north, not minding the lack of home marker but relying on my sense of direction.

That's where I found them.

The troublesome wolves I would later learn had overtaken many family member, including my dear late sister Smaran.

I shot at the wolf but he deftly maneuvered my hits.

I followed and fed, training my body that hadn't much experience in kills.

I caught him, and took the hide back to my mother. She made a hat and wore it, proud of me. My heart rang. I was an accident, but I proved to be worth her sacrifice. I beamed and ran to get another, as her voice rang through my mind: "Get dog hats!"

I came back with yet another 'dog hat', but to only discover my frail mother. She was weak, and no longer could do what she loved to do, which was hunt. I was determined to make my wolf hat so we could both wear them together...but my stubbornness caused me to lose sight on her growing weakness...and she perished.

Another had found her hat, and was wearing it. I kept silent, for I was shamed for not being there for my mother. This person approached me, and asked what I was hunting. I meekly sounded, "a few wolves..and a boar near the city."
Her elderly yet spritely head tilted, "No goose?" I shook my head. "Go get a goose, and I'll get you a needle to make your hat."

Moments later I was back with a de-feathered goose.

She sounded in agreement, impressed with my speed. Another man stood by watching as he tended the coals.

"Have this hat instead. This was your mothers, I believe. She wanted you to have it." I silently took the headdress, placing it on my head gently. "Thank you.." I responded.
When I glanced back at her she was looking back at me expectantly again. "Now go get mouflon. Get a baby."

Moments later yet, I arrived back with a lamb.
"Nice, Nice!" She nodded thoughtfully. My auntie (not sure if she was or not, but at this point I considered her as such) looked me up and down and added, "You. You are a good kid." She pointed me to the pen to encase the lamb into.

I saw my cousins and relations nod in agreement towards me as I proudly led my lamb into the pen. I saw a small boy tripping frantically behind me in a wolf hat, dressed similar to me.
"Hey!!! HEY!" He clamored, practically falling. I stopped and I turned as I was about to lead into the pen with this lamb I had no idea what to do with, and now this wild child was chasing after me?
"What's up lil' dude?" I responded, slightly eager to continue as I felt my stomach rumble.
"SON!" The kid squeeked. "Son?...." the gears in my head turned...

"I'm Bevin! I was your mom!" The kid spoke in broken, long phrases.
My eyes widened and my heart flew. My mom was this child!!

The story continues on as such.
This kid (mom) helped me get the sheep in, this other dude tried to help...but turned out the trio of us had no idea what to do with the pen because there was this hole we didn't see in it and we were cartoonishly trying to contain the baby sheeps and I was killing the adult sheep. We finally figured out how to secure the pen...but consequently, one of the dudes with us shut himself inside right after he found out. He was celebrating his success and then realized he was doomed. My bow was also in there. RIP. Last I remember, my reincarnated mother was telling me how happy I made her, how I protected the town from animals and that it was hard being a woman.
My last words were telling them I was on forums.

Love you, my Pharo's! I had actually been born into this fam before but I was abandoned then. I'm glad I was born into THIS gen! I loved this group of people. They were all very respectful.

My Dear Great Uncle, San Ruppenthal.

In Memoriam,

You were my father, my mother was willing to raise me but you had wanted a child so dearly that you insisted on caring for me.
You tossed me in the air with glee, and fed me berries constantly. Grandma watched on in curious delight and mother watched in perplexed awe.

You raised me until I was too fat.

Then you picked up the next few babies, some less keen on having a father than I had been. They ran off from you, and you grew sad and increasingly dumb.

Your little girl still adored you, and saw that you blamed your male pattern baldness on your brain size decreasing..so I gave you a hat to cover your insecurity.

Then you started talking about your junk's hair and how unfair things were and I was confused but supportive.

A baby died and your heart shattered the size of a thousand volcanoes erupting.

Uncle tried consoling you, we all did...but you were distraught and kept basketing/unbasketing her limp and lifeless body.
I stayed near,
A sister brought you a daughter, Charlotte, to help distract yourself.

Nothing seemed to work.

The last of your hair was thinning. Your brain was decreasing.

Ichiro, why? Why did you kill this kind and confused man?

Did a part of you feel sorrow for him and saw that he needed euthanasia?

I did not understand at the time, but maybe I do now...

Even though you turned on me as I flung insults at you for killing this kind and charitable soul, and I succeeded in cursing you and having my relations curse you once more,

I forgive you.
We talked for a bit as you lay wasting in the berry fields, Ichiro Ruppenthal.
You said you were needing to die because of your murderous deeds. You retired as a murderess.
We laughed at your poor excuses of confusing me for a rabbit when you attempted to arrow me, many years prior.

And, lest we forget,
My mother, Nia..who I would later discover you had killed...

Maybe I don't exactly forgive you, Ichiro..
But I hope you got what you wanted out of this life.

I remember the tale, for it sings a song through my heart.

The pain, the fury, the mayhem.

People scrambled about, just beneath the hearth of the fire below our medical center.

Witney, o'Witney, how did you fare

When villagers gathered distraught and intrigued?

Did you see I, a mother with her child, as we hustled closeby, warily watching but terrified?

You needn't seemed concerned with what others had thought.

You ran through a thicket of bushes north west towards the scene

A bloody scene at that...

You laughed to yourself in a dark girlish way as you saw the mayhem had grown in your presence...your knife was still sheathed

and yet blood continued to spill..

Witney, O'Witney,

You didn't speak much, but when you laughed, you bellowed and a bear came from your heart to tear up our town.

The carnage...

The terror...

Finally, you were slain before your knife could taste blood.

But was it you who was evil, who did the deeds? or had the deeds been performed from your evil shroud?

The influence of the drama surrounded us in a dark cloud that evening.

I will never forget my first cursed seen.

Blessed be in your memory, Dear Ward family of Carpe.