Wild Children

We followed the child to a clearing in the forest. We were confronted by a hoard of children. Each one of them wearing war paint. They gave us evil eyes and prepared to attack. Before we could even think to make a move, the boy raised his hand into the air. They instantly warmed and knew we were one of them. Our Scout into this Lord of the Flies esq world snaps his fingers. A moment later a chubby child with a buzz cut ran off. He came back shortly with another child, carrying a log. We were then ushered to sit down. More children appeared with smaller logs and made a fire. A smaller boy with glasses and wearing partially torn vest offered us appetizers. Some sort of berry and rats. My favorite. Our guide into this world leans in. " You must take, you are one of us now."