Being on Earth was difficult, he struggled with finding food and a place to sleep. Most nights he found himself out in the woods with nothing but a cushion of leaves and a canopy of branches as his shelter. Like last night. Yawning, he gathered up his meager belongings and stumbled onto the road, bare feet shuffling in whatever direction they felt like going. Never stay in one place too long, that was the rule. He didn't know what sort of creatures could see his light.












