Alan - Mc.

Alan lived in one of the tribes hidden from human eyes. He had no idea other people existed in the world. His social circle was limited to his mother and his fellow tribesmen. You could say he was happy, right?

Time passed, Alan grew older, and finally he turned twenty-three. He would never forget that fateful day... Returning to his native land, he was horrified. Half of his fellow tribesmen had been brutally murdered, scarlet blood was everywhere... And above them all loomed something completely unlike a human.

Alan was the only survivor, and the only thing left for him to do was run. He ran with all his might, gasping for breath from the cold; snowflakes hit his face and settled in his hair... Soon he collapsed... Exhausted, he thought he was dying... But... With a fading gaze, he caught sight of a woman's feet in large snowshoes. He could do nothing and fell into a cold sleep.

He woke up in a cozy house, lying in bed under a blanket... His gaze immediately fell on the girl who, apparently, saved him... Her long greenish hair fell beautifully on her shoulders... Alan felt a strange flutter in his chest, and his cheeks flushed... He realized that he wanted to know the name of his savior and thank her.