02-15-2018, 03:56 AM
The forest is a dark lonely and dangerous place, especially for a child, who’s predators are multiplied compared to that of a well trained human. Yet it’s still the forest place they try when they run away from home. To them it represents ultimate freedom, no rules, no adults, nothing to protect you from the monsters that come out at night…
You see, that’s where many children back out of the idea, they always pick a forest near where they live, so that they can run back home when things get to scarey, or so that the parents can find them if they are petrified with fear.
Billy however, he was smart, he went to a forest at the edge of the verse, one that people feared, so that didn’t become an option, at least that’s what he tried to convince himself with as to why no one had tried to ‘rescue’ him yet, then he kept remembering that he still had his phone, that people could try to contact him if they wanted to know where he was, on if he refused to answer track him here with. He knew no one in town liked him.
He was the son of the two cockyest bounty hunters in Minas Tirith after all, the only reason they were nice to him is because he lost them, funny how people try to manipulate you when your broken, putting you back together the way they want and purposefully missing pieces.
But then like all little boys he grew up, or, more specifically, grew the balls to face his fears on his own and head on… after that he found out how cruel people can be. Neighbors giving him dirty looks, friends wanting nothing to do with him, his ‘Guardian’ using his parents an excuse to keep him in fear and under her control, that and the whip, the whip hurt…
And that’s why his slim, blond-haired, seventeen-year-old body was here, shifting sticks to try and make a fire to limit his changes of freeze during the night, a stolen sword sitting in the ground next to him, it’s rainbow light allowing him to see what he was doing. And then he smelt smoke, it was working, he knew he could do it, sure it had taken him 5 nights to do it, but that was a minor detail.
Disappointment soon ran through him when he realized it wasn’t his smoke, before being replaced with dread when he realized how pontent it was. It was huge, and it was close.
His brain told him to run away from it, but then he heard people, he had the power, he could help them. And so his feet run where his brain told him not to.
The only voice that was left had been a little ways away from the fire, the smoke that was wafting through the air was still a hazard though, especially with the way it spoke, broken and unable to make a full sentence.
As he followed the voice, the boy found that it was coming from a strange non-human creature. If it had been any other situation, he would have questioned it, but it was hurt and dying from large scapes and coughing, presumably from trying to escape, there was no time for questions.
“Shh…” The boy said, bandaging up the most severe wounds if creature with supplies from his backpack. “You don’t need to waste your energy talking to me now, I promise you can thank me.. after I save you.”
If someone had wandered the forests of Camelot, and if that someone had left the path and come to the forest a a few miles from the Pale Moors gate, they may have come across a Golden haired teenager trying to carry an injured wolf with antlers to safety on his back. But everyone who strays from the beaten path fears the predators, only they don’t live inside the forest, they live inside the people.
You see, that’s where many children back out of the idea, they always pick a forest near where they live, so that they can run back home when things get to scarey, or so that the parents can find them if they are petrified with fear.
Billy however, he was smart, he went to a forest at the edge of the verse, one that people feared, so that didn’t become an option, at least that’s what he tried to convince himself with as to why no one had tried to ‘rescue’ him yet, then he kept remembering that he still had his phone, that people could try to contact him if they wanted to know where he was, on if he refused to answer track him here with. He knew no one in town liked him.
He was the son of the two cockyest bounty hunters in Minas Tirith after all, the only reason they were nice to him is because he lost them, funny how people try to manipulate you when your broken, putting you back together the way they want and purposefully missing pieces.
But then like all little boys he grew up, or, more specifically, grew the balls to face his fears on his own and head on… after that he found out how cruel people can be. Neighbors giving him dirty looks, friends wanting nothing to do with him, his ‘Guardian’ using his parents an excuse to keep him in fear and under her control, that and the whip, the whip hurt…
And that’s why his slim, blond-haired, seventeen-year-old body was here, shifting sticks to try and make a fire to limit his changes of freeze during the night, a stolen sword sitting in the ground next to him, it’s rainbow light allowing him to see what he was doing. And then he smelt smoke, it was working, he knew he could do it, sure it had taken him 5 nights to do it, but that was a minor detail.
Disappointment soon ran through him when he realized it wasn’t his smoke, before being replaced with dread when he realized how pontent it was. It was huge, and it was close.
His brain told him to run away from it, but then he heard people, he had the power, he could help them. And so his feet run where his brain told him not to.
The only voice that was left had been a little ways away from the fire, the smoke that was wafting through the air was still a hazard though, especially with the way it spoke, broken and unable to make a full sentence.
As he followed the voice, the boy found that it was coming from a strange non-human creature. If it had been any other situation, he would have questioned it, but it was hurt and dying from large scapes and coughing, presumably from trying to escape, there was no time for questions.
“Shh…” The boy said, bandaging up the most severe wounds if creature with supplies from his backpack. “You don’t need to waste your energy talking to me now, I promise you can thank me.. after I save you.”
If someone had wandered the forests of Camelot, and if that someone had left the path and come to the forest a a few miles from the Pale Moors gate, they may have come across a Golden haired teenager trying to carry an injured wolf with antlers to safety on his back. But everyone who strays from the beaten path fears the predators, only they don’t live inside the forest, they live inside the people.
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