A river trickled through a viridian forest. Flowers bloomed along the banks and grass seeped through stones covered with moss.
A tadpole swam and leeped onto one of these stones. Glowing runes and magic symbols glowed along its surface as the tadpole grew in size.
The tadpole changed color it's jet black morphing too white skin as it changed into a human child. The child struggled on the ground for a few seconds as it's muscles twitched and relfexs reacted.
Just upstream village children walked over with plain worn clothes. Cole the largest of the group walked over and quickly inspected the child before quickly grabbing him and along with his crowd taking him too the nearest adult where the child was passed along the chain of command till he was laying in the village chef's bed.
"Bogart go bring some others with you and check again where Cole said he was and check downstream and upstream children don't just magic out of nowhere" And yet the villagers couldn't find any trace of who or how the child got there.
" We'll take the child in for a few days until someone shows up" Rotound the Village chef said with authority. "I suppose we aren't lacking of food but don't you find it ominous?" His daughter Fasha commented.
"And you would kill him for that? The wilderness is a death sentence for a child out here" The child did indeed have a ominous appreance having hair so dark it looked dyed and iris with a deep and dark green.
After his daughter Fasha left the chef's house and he was left all alone again his presence dwindled as he turned back into a old man. He cooked a hearty stew and ate a small single portion out of a wooden bowl trying to use the smell of food to arouse the child out of his sleep. "Best I can do till Miranda comes tomorrow" he thought silently as he set up a chair near the bed of the child along with a fur blanket.