The doctor started the treatment. He first passed mesome kind of herbal medicine, then said "This will numb the pain. Drink it". I thought 'I have nothing to lose anyway', so I drank it. After a while, I could feel the pain being subdued, which I was happy about. With that taken care of, the doctor took my broken arm and with one swift move, straightened it up to align the bones. "AAAGHHH!!!" I roared in pain. No wonder he gave me that medicine first, I almost fainted from the pain. Taking large gulps of air and trying not to faint. The doctor applied some kind of medicine onto my arm, then bandaged it together with some square sticks. I couldn't take it anymore, and fainted. I woke up in the morning, but I didn't know what day it was. I only knew that I was starving. I still felt pain in my arm, but it was nothing compared to before. I felt very weak due to hunger, while the pain in my arm added fule to the whole situation. I laid there for couple of hours, before the doors to the house opened. A middle aged woman came. She was carrying some food with her as well. I was a bit angry that she didn't even acknowledge me, and simply placed the food on a table next to the bed. She then left in a hury, as if I never existed. I snorted and thought 'Some people live here'. I grabbed the food with my healthy hand, and devoured it like a hungry wolf who starved for weeks. The food disappeared quickly, but I was not satisfied with that. I wanted more, but there was no more. 'Nothing I can do though. If i just rest properly, I should be fine... right?' I asked myself. I recalled the fight I had with the bear. After analysing it for a while, I found three crucial issues that led to my current situation. First, I lacked experience and knowledge. I didn't know how to hunt properly, nor had knowledge about animals, medicine and so on. That was one of the crucial points, which contributed to my bad situation. Going into the forest inexperienced and without knowledge, while hoping for the best, was not a good idea. Second, I had no supplies. I was stupid enough to actually enter the forest without any supplies, or basic tools. I realised that this was a huge mistake. Supplies were very important, and shouldn't be taken lightly. The final mistake I did, was the lack of strength. It wasn;t really a mistake though, more like lack of proper training. Hunters trained since young age, before they hunted and became full fledged hunters. I wasn't very strong, and especially not that fit. Not since I lived on the streets. When I thought about these three things, I wasn't discouraged. I was even more motivated. I wanted to explore my life, even if I were to lose it. For that reason, I needed knowledge, supplies and strength. Knowledge in a sense where I would be able to deal with certain situations inside the forest. Like the bear I met. If I was more knowledgabe, I might've been able to avoid it, or even come out unscathed. Of course, the knowledge had to be followed by experience. Even if i knew something, it didn't necessarily mean I would be able to just do it. Eperience was a big part of accomplishing anything. 'I have some experience already, and learned a few things along the way. But, what i know and can do is still to shallow.' I thought. The best way to gain knowledge, was to have a teacher. If someone taught me how to do certain things, I would have the knowledge. Afterwards, I could try an apply it to gain the experience. It seemed like a simple thing, but it wasn't. The problem was, I didn't have a teacher. 'I have no one who can teach me, therefore I have no access to knowledge' I thought. There were a few things available to me though. I could either get someone to teach me, or get some books on the subjects I needed, then learn from them. There was also the issue of supplies. I had no money, therefore I couldn't buy any supplies. 'If my hand get better, I can do some work, and earn a few Coppers' I thought. Even a low paid job, would eventually allow me to buy the necessary supplies. Other option was to steal, but I was not proficient in those kind of things. I would probably get caught. Last but not least, was the strength. 'There is no magical way to just get stronger' I thought. In order to get stronger, I needed to work hard. Train everyday, and learn new tricks in order to win fights. This was all great and all, but there was one problem with all of that. My arm was broken. Besides that, I was at a place I knew nothing about. I had no idea who these people were, or their motives for helping me. Judging by their attitude, they weren't really friendly. 'Now that I think about it, who would provide food and treatment for free. I have nothing on me that is valuable, so I can't pay them. I wonder, what the hell might they want from me when I'm healed?' I thought. The days passed like that. I couldn't regain my strength, because the amount of food I received, was barely able to keep me from starving to death. The doctor would visit came once in a while, and check up on my arm. I tried asking him some things, but he just ignored me. He would simply check the arm, perhaps apply some more medicine, then leave as if I was air to him. I didn't feel happy about that, but I learned to accept that these people were kind of cold. Two weeks passed like this. I didn't talk with anyone. Don't get me wrong though, in the beginning I asked some questions and tried to talk, but they just ignored me. They only said what they wanted to say, and didn't even bother about staying in the same room as me. I gave up any efforts of trying to talk with someone. I was less and less fond of these people. It was like they were torturing me with silence. After those two weeks, I learned to be indifferent to their behaviour. I stopped caring, and decided to focus on my own goals and life. Another two weeks passed, which made it about a month since I was brought to that village. I could now move my arm, but there was still some discomfort left when I did. I guessed that it wasn't full healed yet, but at least it wasn't crippled. On that day, the doctor came again. This time, he removed all the bandages and sticks while asking me "How does it feel?". I simply ignored him and moved my arm around. He got up and left, but that was just the beginning. After the old doctor left, someone else came in. It was the old man who dragged me here, and threw me around as if I was a rag doll. He looked at me, and said "Now that you are better, you will work for us. You need to pay back your debt to us. We helped you with your injuries and fed you". 'I knew they had some kind of motives. So they wanted me to work for them, like a slave' I thought. I replied to the old man "What if I refuse?". The old man raised his brows, and said "We can just cripple you, and throw you back to the forest. Your choice". I asked another question, "What if I try to run?". To that question, the old man just sneered and said "You can try". He then added, "You will work here for one year. Do whatever we tell you to, and after a year, you will be free to leave". I thought to myself, 'They may already have some kind of measures against me, in case I were to run away. If I disagree, they can just force me to work or even kill me'. Then I recalled my previous thougts. I wanted to gain knowledge, supplies and strength. All of that could be accomplished in this village. 'If I need to spend one year here, why not make it worth my while. I can train, get knowledge and try to accumulate some kind of supplies' I thought. I replied to the old man, "Alright, I agree". He said nothing else, just smiled and left. I stayed in the bed for next couple of days to fully heal my arm. After that talk with the old man, my food portions increased, which was the only positive side of that deal. Six days after my bandages were removed, the old man returned. This time, he was holding some kind of paper in his hand. He threw the paper at me, and said "Read it through. Those are the rules you will abide by, and the tasks you will carry out". I looked at the list, and my brows furrowed.