Giddeon was the king of the West.

A full-blooded idiot like most royals. It seems to run in those families. All related to each other and with a similar look and expression. The people were used to it. Common sense was not asked for a king, he just needed to be born in the right bed. Gideon apparently was although he couldn't remember it.

His mother was close to a heart attack as she saw him after the people who assisted her brought her the child they claimed she gave birth too. She was sure that what they showed her was not hers. She been tricked and screamed her lung out.
Gideon only looked at her. No sign of recognizing her and her screaming didn't upset him either.
Long story short she ran off to the forest where time does not exist. Finding the child that was stolen from her was her first and only priority, not taking care of someone else's creature.

"I have a friend I think you would really like", the raven said to the upset woman he once found in the forest.

She lost her voice after screaming on top of her lung for too long. He felt pity for her and had observed and followed her for months. He dropped the piece of cheese at her feet he just stole out of the palace's kitchen.

"Come along, you can eat while you walk."

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