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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering; The History of Love. Well that's just gross!" Gavin stood, dusted his pants off, pocketed his book, and set off into the jungle. Gavin was a boy of many things, but relations was not one. Raised by nature, he had no family to speak of, no questions or past to tie him down. He lived in a forest of dreams, free to make, do, or go wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased. However, with all this freedom came a burden of loneliness too great for a child to wear on their shoulders alone. He looked out the open window, an entire jungle spreading underneath his feet and felt breathless at the insignificance of his own existence. "The last few pages are missing, they're always missing." In a library chocked full of abandoned books, Gavin could scarcely find a novel left whole.
"My... home." One day, Gavin went to the door to call to the jungle and found that it was empty. The land around his beautiful territory had been razed of its trees, its dirt uprooted, something called a Republic setting up a base. Gavin spoke no language of their's, their unfamiliar words and mannerisms were fearsome. Every gesture could have been meant to hurt or maim. He had to protect himself first and foremost. "Hey! Hey! There's a kid here!" A woodsman called, pointing at Gavin with his ax. Gavin lifted the book nearest to him and lugged it at the woodsman's head. "Why you stupid little brat!" The boy did not wait to hear what other gibberish the man had to say, he ran off on his own, into the great green yonder of his home. He scattered books wherever he went, shimmied up tree trunks and used vines to propel himself from one place to next.
"Wow, look! It's a real life Tarzan!" A young, brilliant boy with glasses perched on his nose observed. Gavin had been cornered at the beach, the one place he had believed he would be safe. "Hey kid, what's your name?" They asked, they poked and prodded, but Gavin did not speak their language. They tied him up and sent him on a ship, the boy wearing a tag that spoke far more words than he could. Gavin, meaning 'uncertain.' Perhaps the most appropriate title they could have given him, ironically derived from books of King Arthur. "Don't worry, we're going to Capitol City, a place where you can be anything you want! Well, except a jungle boy." The one with glasses said, kneeling in front of the bars where the other boy was trapped. "My name is Pablo, we should be there in about a week, so sit tight." Gavin spent most of his time pacing, or finding comfort in the one book he had brought with him. "The kid can't speak, but he sure can read."
"Let me go!" Gavin would yell in gibberish. "Release me at once!" On day three their boat was stopped mid ocean, raided by a man and his motley crew of rebels. "There's a kid in here!" Jace Miya said to Varus, who scoffed. "Leave him for the fishes," Jace glared. "It's a kid Varus, he doesn't look like a Republic soldier," the others had abandoned ship, leaving the child alone in his prison. Jace opened the door and extended his hand, the boat quickly sinking. "Come on, I'll take you someplace where you'll never be caged again."