The Outcast Part 1
Disclaimer: This story is the first continuation of my “The evolution of a man” series. While it is not directly related to the background story of my fursona, it is very early in his life. This story attempts to maintain the scientific realism of my other works. However the basic theme now shifts from something new but not all together different.
“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood.
Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less”
Chapter 1: A new life
Difficulties in life are nothing new. Humanity is not something that is ignorant to trial and tribulation. My situation is no different however unique it may be. As I became aware of my situation, it wasn't I who had difficulty accepting the normality of the ordeal, it was others. I couldn't simply shut myself in. I hadn't just shrunk in size, much of my former mental capability had left me. I was very much mentally an 12 year old. As such there was the indefinite need of the return to school, the necessity of new clothing, and my overall reintroduction to society. But in a world of humans this posed a problem. Society is not necessarily a place ready to accept change. Nonetheless my brother and I had decided, it was time to uncover my secret. It was time to bring light to my condition.
My brother decided to get my parents involved because he knew they would never accept a 14 year old boy as legal guardian of another child, no matter the situation. The phone call was an interesting one, but my parents were not oblivious to my love of science. Once he had explained the situation, my parents were dumbstruck but not all together surprised at the turn of events. It was my mother decided to have become involved in the whole ordeal. My mothers return to our abode was an awkward one. Her once lanky son, was now reduced to a furry enigma that looked to be about 12 years of age. I had very little human characteristics about me, other than the fact I could speak and walk on two my two hind legs.
After accepting the issue as reality, my mother decided it was her charge to enroll me in school. Changing my first name, she went with my old nickname knowing full well I would accept it either way. On her way to the school, she had to deal with the mental anguish of what she was going to tell the school. Would they accept the fantastic tale, that we had come up with? More problematic still would be the often critical nature of children. Would they be ready to accept this difference? Her conclusion was no. Nonetheless she steeled herself onward, as to her this was a necessary task. Luckily for her it was just after the school break and so no children were around for the first hurdle to cross, the principal.
Once she arrived at the school. She beckoned me to follow her at the school. As I followed her closely behind she entered the school careful to shield me from strangers. However upon entering the office, this all changed. The office was busy with preparation for the new year. Several office personnel occupied themselves with paperwork, unaware of the entrance until my Mother spoke. The first person to spot me was the secretary. She glared at me with an acute obsession. Not able to blink her eyes, nor able to change her gaze. Her only words were “Uh....what is that?” This was the beginning of a long series of disappointments brought on by human insecurity.
Chapter 2: The explanation
My mother had told herself an enumerable amount of times that this would happen. However when it finally happened, it struck her hard. Dumbstruck, she finally responded to the question when the secretary beckoned her from her shock “Mam?” Finally brought back to reality my mother responded with “Yes?” To that the secretary repeated the same question again. This time my mother was able to answer. “This is my son.” This response managed to silence the woman, but she still glared ever onward. After introducing me to her, the secretary called in to the principal and explained that there was someone wanting to enroll their child at the school. She told us to wait a few minutes. After doing so, we were called inside.
The principals office was impressive. It smelt of a strong varnish and a light scent of leather. The principal had turned around in the chair, and was seemingly looking out the window, as we sit down at the chairs in front of the desk. In a deep an authoritative voice he finally spoke. “Do you want to enroll your child?” She responded positively as he turned around in his swivel chair. The shock on his face was unmistakable as he did so. Unable to speak, he just sat there...looking at me, unable to take his eyes off me. My mothers response to this action was timeless. “Sir I would appreciate if you did not stare at my son, it makes him feel uncomfortable about his condition.”
“His condition?” He responded with naivety. After explaining the reality of the situation, my mother was warmed by his regret. “Well...I never knew, I'm sorry Mam” After accepting his apology, she explained her desire for me to enroll at the school. His response was an expected one “While I don't have a problem with this however I don't know about the kids. Wouldn't it be better for him to enroll virtually or home school?” She considered this for a few moments and almost regretted coming. This was something she hadn't thought about. After thanking him for his input, she departed for home. Discontent with the progress of the day, she relinquished the task at hand in defeat.
Still there would come a time where I would need to be re-introduced to society. But there needed to be a better solution for this. Simply forcing it downs peoples throats wasn't the way nor was treating the issue with ignorance. My mother decided on behalf of me, that a friendly approach was necessary. She called a close friend of mine and explained the situation. It was only a matter of time before curiosity got the better of him. It was not even a day later before he arrived on the scene. Knowing full well of my capability, he was not surprised to find me in this condition.
Chapter 4: Scouts Honor
My mother was not ignorant enough to believe that society would ever truly accept me. However she did believe that there was a way to get around this, while not keeping me entirely a shut in. Her solution was to use a former contact of mine with the Boy Scouts, a man by the name of Darren. He had long been a fellow scout leader and when he found out of my situation, he quickly rushed to my aid. Together he and my mother decided that the Boy Scouts would welcome me as a member. They figured the boys would be more receptive to me as I was their former leader. They hopefully would not need explaining to. Instead their childlike curiosity would lead them to be drawn to me.
It would not be until the weekend that they would be able to test their theory. Darren decided it was time to leave to plan for the weekend. My mother on the other hand decided to enroll me in virtual school to take care of the need for education. She sat down with me and instructed me that this would be my new source of Education. She told me that if I needed anything, that I could ask my brother who had been used to the program for some time. I simply went along with the ordeal as I was hungry for education. My personality hadn't changed, just my mental and physical age.
It was not long before the weekend arrived. My mother had already bought my scouts uniform and had tailored it to accommodate my tail and the amount of fur on my body. It was time to re-introduce me to the boys, which until recently, I had led on a weekly basis. My mother decided it was best to arrive late, as to avoid as many parents as possible. Upon arrival many of the boys had already settled into their seat at the camp site. We pushed onward, I followed closely in tow as Darren began to introduce to mysterious new scout. The boys looked over, a fluff of white fur hiding behind a woman. Darren shouted out “Alright, Pent, show yourself.”
The calamity of noise that followed was unanimous. The boys uproared with both laughter and disbelief. The tales of the fox boy, which Darren had told them, were not untrue. As I shyly revealed myself, several boys gathered around me and looked on in awe. I was still clinging to my mothers leg, as Darren tried to coax me away from my station. The initial shock had since passed and my level of self confidence began to climb. One boy took a liking to me, an older English boy, and attempted to entice me to his side by saying “It'll be alright.”
Chapter 5: A new friend
After those words had been uttered, I began to deviate from my sheltered position nearing ever closer to the boy who had spoken to me. My mother smiled as I did so and withdrew from the camp without my notice. “Hello Pent, I'm Arthur but my friends call me Arch.” The other boys had long since settled down. However many of them still could not take their eyes off me. Darren was still trying to tame the situation and ease my tension as he looked on the budding friendship with relief. As I neared Arthur, I timidly spoke, “Hi...”
Arthur smiled back at me warmly as he stretched out his hand in welcome attempting to shake my paw. The feeling was awkward for Arthur when I finally greeted his hand with a shake of my paw. My claws scratched his hand, causing some blood to be drawn. Arthur recoiled in pain as I retorted quickly with an apology. Arthur gripped his injury with his other hand, trying to hide his pain as he smiled at me. “It's alright, really it is. I know you didn't mean it. He told me, trying to reassure me. Feeling more at ease, I smiled at him.
“So do you want to be friends, Pent?” He asked me with a wide smile across the boys face. My tail began to wag as I looked upon him with approval. No words were spoken but the response was clear. Arthur led me over to the camp fire where Darren was waiting. Arthur then sat down beckoning for me to join him on a makeshift log bench. Stretching my tail behind me, I sat down next to him as Darren began to meeting in full. Darren smiled as it seemed that the turn of events had worked out for the best. Despite the difference in age, I had found a friend.
The best part of it all is the boys were over the initial shock. Soon thereafter they joined in on welcoming me to the troop. Though there were some deviants most of the scouts became more friendly to me as the meeting progressed. The fire crackled and burned as we looked upon with envy. Soon the boys discomfort was replaced with satisfaction. The nights events began in full after Darren introduced me in full. The fun was just beginning and the boys and I would hopefully all be friends before the nights end...
To be continued...