The others went away from the canyon and found somewhere to sleep. They soon found a spot that they knew well.
"We used to sleep here," said Grandma. "Many years ago now..." Taro stared at her.
"Really?" he asked. "That's funny. So did I, when I was a kid. Back when..."
"Back when what?" Grandpa asked curiously. Taro sighed in defeat and lay down, while Lily slid off him, snuggled next to him and closed her eyes.
"Can I tell you something?" Taro asked the old ones. They just nodded in reply. "I haven't spoken to anyone about this in a good while. It all started here, my birthplace. I had a great family, my parents, grandparents and my older sister, and every day I could just do anything I wanted. But soon that all changed... I was up by that big ditch back there, when a big sharptooth attacked me. That's where I got most of these scars from. My sister tried to save me, and eventually my parents came to fight off the sharptooth, but I couldn't move out of the way in time. My parents pushed the sharptooth into the big ditch but it's tail pulled me down with it and I fell part of the way down... When I woke up fast biters were there looking after me. They helped me recover, but then I also found out that my herd, including my family, had left. They must have been devastated. I haven't seen them since. They must have thought that I was dead..."
He looked down to the ground, not noticing Grandma and Grandpa's reaction to his story. Grandma's breathing was shaky and heavy, both of them were staring at Taro with utter disbelief.
"Oh... my... goodness..." Grandpa whispered. Taro looked up at them. He knew the faces were familiar but until now he had tried not to give it much thought. But now, as he stared into their faces... even though they had aged... he knew exactly who they were.
"...Mum? Dad...?"
(Dun, dun, DUUUUUUUUUN!!!

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