The Forest (Greenie & Nemopedia)

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Nemopedia

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#1
Qwigley; Kotta One; Maitree;
Y - without a name
The Stranger
  
The way the sunlight danced through the leaves enthralled him, as if inviting him to join in flitting around peacefully. He remembered it so clear, yet so vaguely. The cool shades and the rays he chased, at the back he could hear a voice calling him not to go out too far into the forest while his feet carried him in. Away from the burning sun, away from the warm home that always smelled of bread and stews. Away from that embrace that enveloped him so dearly…

The sun tickled his eyelids, its heat nibbling at his nose ever so gently stirring him awake. Y hadn’t remembered since when his bed had been so warm and soft. The faes liked to sleep in beds made of leaves and twigs, often sticking him here and there and causing discomfort as he couldn’t find enough soft leaves without harming the environment. Bushes were often no option either, with their twigs sticking out and all. The dense soft yet firm substance underneath him was a welcome change and the fabrics draped over him even more so.

And the smell! Sniffing his nose the male twisted and turned in his bed once more, keeping his eyes pinched as he mulled over the smell that he caught. It felt so long ago, so far away…

Flinching the male sat up, green eyes sighting upon the small room he was occupying. It was strangely familiar, yet foreign. Familiar in the sense that he had once seen this before, perhaps not in the exact setting, but at least similar. Somewhere, long, long ago, when he wasn’t a single letter, Y knew.

It was then that everything came back to him. Crawling out of his bed Y pushed his hands over the blankets and the mattress, pushing it up and down to test it as he blinked. He had escaped the forest, he had done it just as he had wished! It was too surreal and the male couldn’t quite believe himself as he lingered around his bed for a few more moments, testing out the bed before judging that it really wasn’t made of soft leaves and moving over to the cabinets.

Stockings, dresses, shirts, pants… So many articles he only remembered the name of from so long ago. Without realising that it might belong to someone, or any consideration of dignity Y pulled out a long slip of fabric, taking it with him as he followed the scent of bread that lured him again. He only now realised how hungry he was, having collapsed from exhaustion before and too fascinated by the place he had ended up at.

It all had been so long, and yet the male had a feeling only days had passed since he entered the forest.

Greenie Greenie
 
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#2

*

Earlier today...

Sven breathed in the fresh morning air, a smile gracing his lips. Sunrise had always been his favourite time of the day, what with the light breeze and the scent of dew drops on grass and leaves. For the most part he would wake up around dawn, and by the time he had washed up and headed out to chop wood, the sun would be peeking over the horizon. In his opinion, it was worth forgoing extra sleep and leaving the house in time to see the new day come forth. The rising sun reminded him that there was a whole new day ahead of him to discover and learn, to right wrongs, to further himself.

Ten years had passed since that fateful day when he lost his arm, and even now he felt phantom feelings, a twitch that shouldn't be there, an itch, or even a gesture. Even now as he picked up his axe, ready to chop a log of wood, he felt as if his left arm was readying to grab the handle as well. He tried now to show it, and it had gotten much, much easier now. Years past, every feeling would cause him to visibly twitch, and that in turn would cause his sister Leah to feel pain.

After all, she would say, it was her fault.

He shook those thoughts from his mind, occupying himself with his chores. It had taken a good deal of practice, chopping wood with a single arm, but if nothing else, Sven had always been a hard worker filled with determination. It was a good job as well; most people avoided the forest and were happy to pay someone else to chop wood and haul it their way.

It took a couple of hours before Sven finished the day's quota and placed them in his horse-pulled wagon. As he was about to urge the mare forward, he heard his name being called. Turning around, he saw his younger sister by their house's backdoor, holding out a basket as well as something wrapped in a piece of cloth.

"Don't leave without these!" she called out, waving the wrapped object in her arm. "Bread, I know you didn't eat. And this is for Serena, oils and ointments for her shop."

Sven shook his head a little, a chuckle on his lips. "A little fast never hurt a person," he commented as he wandered over to her. "But thank you." He took the wrapped breath, taking in the scent of the tantalizing bread before shoving it in the pocket of his vest. "You know, you could set up shop yourself..."

Leah shrugged. "Why have all that stress on my head? I like being able to pass along what I make and let her deal with customers. I'd rather live a simpler life..." Her voice trailed, clearly distracted by something, her eyes gazing in the direction of the forest. "Sven... look over there."

"What?" He turned as well, and he immediately saw what his sister had seen. A man, collapsed on the ground, right at the edge of the forest. "What on earth..." He set the basket down and quickly made his way out of the fenced yard, pass the horse and wagon, crouching by the man only moments later.

"Hey." The tone was urgent, his sole hand on the man's shoulder, gently shaking it. "Are you alright there?"


*

At Present...

Sven had returned to his previous chore of delivering firewood, so it was simply Leah in the house. Her mind was abuzz, to say the least. Of all things to come across from the forest, a man? People normally shunned even the animals who came from there, and in fact, she and her brother were considered more than a little odd as they continued to live by the edge of the woods despite the tragedy that had struck them many years ago.

Even as she took more bread out of the oven and busied herself with the task of cleaning the kitchen area, she couldn't help but wonder about the person who now occupied a room in her house. The stories were always the same, of people entering the forest and disappearing. This was a completely different situation. Though she hadn't exactly seen him come out from between the trees, there had been no doubt that was where he had come from; there was no passageway that led before the forests, the last of the road ending by their house. Having judged his visage, both Leah and Sven had come to the conclusion he was a stranger.

Letting out a breath, Leah grabbed the broom from its corner in the kitchen, bent on sweeping away both dust and strange thoughts. Alas, this lasted no more than a couple of minutes. She had been so intent with her sweeping that she hadn't noticed the footsteps on the cobbled floor until the young man they had picked up was now entering the joint kitchen and dining room.

"Oh, you're up already!" Still a little shocked but relieved that he was doing well, Leah let the broom lean against the wall as she walked over to the man, smile wavering when she saw what was in his hands. Apparently he was well enough to go fiddling about in her wardrobe without any permission. Well, she would forgive him this time.

"Uh... sit down, please?" She pulled a chair out for him by the kitchen table. "You must be hungry, I'll bring you some food. Must have been a long journey, wherever you came from..." Reaching for the chemise he'd taken hold of, she deftly pulled it away as she gingerly patted his arm. "Sit down!"

It wasn't long before she had a plate set up on the table with slices of bread, cheese and apples ready for him to devour, along with cool water pulled the day before from the well, spiked with some herbs that would hopefully revitalize him.

"Go ahead then," she urged, sitting down herself. "Eat up!"
 
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Nemopedia

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#3
Qwigley; Kotta One; Maitree;
Y - without a name
The Stranger
  
The spell of familiarity was broken the instant a strange female came into view. She was nothing he knew, dark eyes and dark hair. Her voice was off and so was the look in her eyes that spelled ‘stranger’. Y just stared, his mind whirring hard on where he was and who she was. He had thought himself to be home, but there was someone else. Someone that didn’t belong, or perhaps it was he who didn’t belong.

And yet she treated him so familiarly, urging him to sit down and to eat. The male let it all happen, letting go of the fabric he held in hands as the female pulled it away. He still stared at the female, wondering and staring as his mind turned and turned. Was she one of them? Or was she like him? Or something entirely else? He felt wary, wondering if she could be trusted. It was easier when he was a child. So much easier to trust, but it was also what had him doomed all these years ago.

It was only when everything was set in front of him that Y looked away, down to the plate offered to him. It was only then that he realised how hungry he was. Uncertain he reached out for the food. As if his fingers were tasting it first, barely touching it as he weighed his options. Licking his lips Y turned his green eyes towards the stranger again, forcing himself to not to dive in. It was not worth the risk.

“Where am I?” his voice was throaty and dry, making that glass of water all the more tempting. However, he had to make sure that he was out of the forest first. He had to know the rules of this place. He couldn’t afford childhood innocence to doom him again.

Then, reminding himself of another rule Y scraped his throat again, trying to quickly force the words out of him: “I would appreciate the information.”

Simple rules, they were all simple rules. However, the consequences were too big.
 
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*

It was tempting to reply teasingly with a "You're in my house, silly" but Lea thankfully knew better than that. The poor man, despite his fainting episode earlier, seemed relatively fine and in his wits. She couldn't imagine him feeling pleased with a joke at this point in time, when his question was clearly sincere.

Glancing at the glass of water, she gingerly pushed it closer to him before speaking up. "You're in the village named Aspen, by the edge of the forest." She looked at his face, trying to persuade her mind to place him among the other villagers. It wasn't like there were too many of them; everyone knew each other, even if they didn't share words. However, her mind was coming up with a big blank in regards to his face.

"You just came out of nowhere," she started, crossing her arms lightly as as she rested them on the table. "Well, not nowhere... the only place you could've come from was the forest." A small crease showed itself on her forehead as she continued. "No one ever comes out of the forest. Even as children we're told to keep away, because anyone who goes in is lost forever. But then there's you." She had the look of someone trying to read another person's mind; thankfully she herself realized this and looked to her hands instead, which were busy gently tapping her elbows.

"What's your name?" she asked, deciding that was a simple enough question.
 

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#5
Qwigley; Kotta One; Maitree;
Y - without a name
The Stranger
  
“Aspen…” Y repeated the name to himself, testing it out in his own mouth as he hoped for some spark of recognition. No more memories came to him, however and Y was left longing to a time he couldn’t remember.

“The forest?” Suddenly realising something the male perked up, pushing himself up as he turned his head towards the doors. A sudden dizzy spell took him, making Y stumble before he grabbed hold of the edge of the table and straightened himself up.

“Do you mean?” he tried, eyes turning towards the strange woman as he stared at her in disbelief. No pointy ears, kind and warm eyes, human, most importantly human.

Y had a hard time piecing together his thoughts, his head still swirling, both from hunger and exhaustion, but also sudden realisation.

“I did it?” he slumped down onto the stool, green eyes still filled with surprise before he grabbed the woman by the shoulders. “I did it?” he questioned, but it wasn’t directed at the human. Shaking the female Y’s face finally turned into a smile as his lips trembled.

“I’m…” Thinking himself free Y was eager to test out his new freedom, but his smile faded away as soon as it had appeared.

“I’m…” loss glazed over the male’s face again as he realised that he might have physically escaped, but there was still a loss that he hadn’t managed to regain.

“Y, call me Y,” he finally responded in defeat.
 

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#6

*

"Hey wait!" Lea cautioned when the young man stood up so suddenly. Just as she suspected, he had to steady himself to remain upright. She was tempted to stand up and make sure he was actually doing alright, but it was clear all this was very overwhelming to him, and she didn't want him to panic or anything of that sort.

"Y?" she finally repeated, once he seemed to have gotten over his short spell of happiness. Gently taking hold of his hands and setting them down to his lap, she decided to continue speaking. "That's an easy enough name to remember. So is mine, I'm Lea."

The brighteness of his eyes and smile having faded wasn't something she took particularly well though. "Is it really that then?" she asked, seeing no two ways about getting around the subject. "You came out of the forest. How is that even possible..." She paused as she looked him over, wondering whether she should ask. Sven would probably not, he was all about tact.

"What is it like in there?" Tact was lost on her, unfortunately, and when Lea was curious about something, it was hard to stop her from seeking answers. She could practically hear Sven scolding her, telling her to apologize and change the subject. But, he wasn't here. "Also... you really should eat, you know."
 

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Qwigley; Kotta One; Maitree;
Y - without a name
The Stranger
  
Perhaps he wasn’t out of the forest yet and only thought he was. However, that wouldn’t explain the village and the humans here. Or perhaps they were also living a lie, unaware that they were stuck in the forest. Or perhaps to just him, as part of another plot.

Feeling panic rising up again the male looked around, trying to look for a sign of what was true. Outside of the windows he couldn’t see trees, only air and in the horizon another hut.

Turning his face back to Lea, as the brunette was called, Y grabbed hold of her shoulders, his eyes suddenly stern.

“Never share your name,” he whispered to her, his hold growing firmer before letting the female go. “The forest will take it away,” Y continued, eyes casting down at the bread that had been served to him.

How long had it been since he last ate? Y couldn’t remember, but he knew himself to be hungry. Casting one more wary look at Lea he picked up the bread, taking a bite out of it. First slowly, then slowly he started to shove the food into his mouth faster, until he realised that his mouth was too dry and he needed water.

Coughing, for he had eaten too fast, Y finally managed to work down the amount to his stomach. “The forest,” he started over again, eyes squinting at the door. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. In a sense it was true. What happened in the forest, what was inside of the green, it was hard to describe.

“I was gathering moss for the beds, then I saw the roofs of the village and ran away,” Y explained, green eyes still cast at the door. “Next thing I know I woke up here.” He remembered something, running, being chased, the fear of being found and then escaping. He could somehow feel the distance between him and the forest, a feeling of liberation, but also emptiness.

“I need to go back,” Y spoke, surprising even himself.