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I decided to re-release "One with Nature", because I thought it was badly programmed and didn't look aesthetically pleasing. The music wasn't even the full song, there was just so much problems with it. So, I redid it. I'm writing this fanmade story because I suffer terribly from thanatophobia. I really hope you enjoy. :) I felt that Bloodhound wasn't "Icelandic" enough for me in the old release, so I added in a phrase... "Skila því sem við tökum." which means, "Return what we take." Roughly, that's Google Translate, because I can't actually speak Icelandic. Not going to lie to you. #art #apexlegends #fanart #AMAB #Bloodhound #story - Author Notes - When I was 10 years old, I used to live and "work" on a farm out in the country... My favorite thing was to climb trees, sit on trees, feel the wind breeze and watch the sunset... At the time, I didn't know how to draw yet. Back then, I used to play the piano all the time. But it wasn't entirely a pleasant experience living on the farm... I would feed the horses, feed the dogs, mop the house floors, sweep, pick up garbage, take out the garbage, wipe down the windows, wipe down all the counters, the tables, clean the cars, keep the garage clean, rake leaves. If they bought groceries, guess who they called to bring 500$ worth of groceries all in the house? I had to do this everyday of the week. It was, overwhelming work. Keep in mind, I was 10 years old and there were 8 other adults living on the farm who didn't have to do any of this. If they had a chore they wanted done, of course they'd call me to do it. :( In the winter, another one of my exhausting "jobs" I was ordered to do, was to throw my coat and boots on, go outside in the freezing cold, take a wheelbarrow and load it up with heavy chopped logs. Then, I'd push the wheelbarrow, take those logs inside, and start a fire in the fireplace. It was the first time I ever learned to start fires. I was also told to maintain the fires, because the adults said it was 'my responsibility'... That meant getting up every few hours or so, in the middle of the night, to check on the two fires and make sure they're still burning. I was ordered to do this everyday in the winter. I was like a child servant for a while and no one wanted to talk to me, everyone was really mean to me, except my mother. My only friend was a puppy, who I'd talk to and play with all the time. It was so bad, that someone tried to nail and board up their shed, that had an old piano in it, that I'd go into and play for fun. If I didn't clean or do any chores, they'd yell at me. My life was like this for an entire year. Living there was just plain evil. My mom could really sense that I hated living there. :( I'm so glad I'm not living there anymore. I do miss my dog best friend though. My mom had enough when my aunt thought she could yell in my face, in front of my mom, she yelled at me because I was having a good morning for a change, and I was happy. Merely seconds after evil aunt yelled at me, mom yelled back at her and grabbed my hand, pulled me into our room and said, "Arthur, pack your bags... We're leaving. Right now. We're going back to the city." "But what about the... chores..?" She grabs my shoulders, "Arthur! Snap out of it! They turned you into a slave! I've had enough of this place! Now pack your bags." And that's what we did. My puppy dog friend was crying, and trying to follow us down the road. I had to kick dirt at him and yell, "Go home! Go back to your owners! GO HOME!" After he had his head down low, going back home, I cried. I was really heartbroken... If we could take him with us, I would've stole him without regrets. But we would've been searching hard for a place that allows dogs and we were homeless. I just hope what we did was best for him... :(
