Eyes From Afar

Inside a dimly lit room that brings to mind a cathedral, an aged women sits cross-legged. With her eyes shut, it seems almost as if she is indifferent to the world around her, and the cold floor beneath her. Suddenly, her eyes flit open.

"A new being has been born. This has not happened for quite some time. It does not seem entirely natural, or entirely artificial. This might be what this world needed..."

After speaking, her eyelids slowly sink down, just as she sinks into silence once more.

A hunting party is moving about under the expansive tree covering due to the sheer size of the forest. They are quickly heading toward a mountain no different from the others surrounding it.

"The elder said to just see if anything is out of order here?" A young female hunter inquired.

"Yeah, that's the way of it. If we can't find anything after one round, we can just leave and report back." Said a hunter in the prime of his life, with a black bushy beard.

A thin, sallow-faced man nods in response.

"Still," starts the bearded man, "Make sure to prioritize your safety if things go awry. You are young and full of potential, and people with talent like yours are more then welcome at the capital. There's no reason for you to be confined to someplace way out here."

Brow creasing, the young hunter doesn't reply. The thin man just has a slight mirthful smile on his face, easily seen by the other two members.

While all three think of the subject, something drops from above, yelling profanities the whole way down. And when it hits the ground, the sounds of nature and the depth of thought go silent. All 3 of the members can't help but think one thing-

(What the hell is that?)

Something the size of a child is seen on the now slightly caved in ground. It seems to be wearing something resembling a skirt that covers the legs completely, and a cloak with hood that covers the upper body completely.

"...Who might you be?" The bearded man asks, as the thin man stands in front of the young hunter, holding something like a Kukri in his right hand, and a small yet sturdy round shield in his left. The young hunter also pulls out her bow, arrow notched in case it is needed.

The creature does not respond. As the seconds pass, and things grow more tense, a loud rumbling noise breaks out.

"!?"

The hunters quickly break out into a complete fighting stance, when the creature speaks with a high pitched, childlike voice.

"Um, sorry, that was me. Do you guys have something I can eat?"

He is answered by naught but stunned silence.