Part 1:
Crickets echo.
Wind blows and bushes give in to its flow,
a soothing breeze caressing all it touches. Warm, gentle, and calming, befitting the sanctuary's design.
You can see puddles of water dotting the ground, minute in size yet abundant in amount.
Surprisingly, such a presence further adds to the forest's seemingly peaceful feeling.
And, of course, this atmosphere has an unsettling element.
The trees, having bushes sprouting from them, circle around an empty ground adorned with grass.
The view is dim, appropriate for a blissful nap.
The sun peeks through the shimmering leaves, trying to grab a hold of the secret this forest hides.
Staring at the source of light in the middle of the area, you'll see blue sky with coulds taking on many unique and distinct shapes that provoke your imagination.
Staring back at the ground, you'll see a defamation on it, covered in blood.
The blood formed a near perfect circle if it wasn't for the uneven dirt that it covered.
This blood disconnectingly forms a disorderly line, leading slowly but surely to a lone tree, standing out from its peers.
There, right there, the element that doesn't belong here is right there.
He is impossible to miss, the sharp contrast of colours, the unnatural position he's assuming, he's easily detectable.
Einer, has crawled up to a baby form, covering his head and digging himself a hole in his arms.
Upon closer inspection, no glow in his eyes can be seen, a motionless mouth, an unmoving body, a mimic of a statue.
The only animate thing on his face are tears, slowly escaping the edge of his eyes, and lazily sliding on his cheeks.
His arms, legs, and chest are unmoving.
His heart is beating quickly, yet his body opposes that sentiment.
As a matter of fact, he doesn't seem like he's breathing at all.
He's occupied in the past.
Einer suffered two deaths, cut evenly in half by a man, and ruthlessly massacred by squirrels.
Through his experience, conclusions were made.
He's not on earth, or at least the one he knows of.
The plants and life within the forest, the unnatural shift in weather, and his causes of death defy common sense.
By juxtapositioning his knowledge with experience.
There was no argument to be made in favour of this place being "Earth."
But what he can't find an answer to is the set in stone outcome, death.
Having exhausted all his options, his incapability to conceive a plan for escape dragged him down a spiral of what ifs and hows, with no end for this contemplative cycle.
The forest is a deceptive death trap, and there's only so much time before finality knocks on his door.
That much he knew and couldn't counteract.
The light, which once shone bright showing him a prospect of survival, soon transformed into a shadow that slowly envolped him.
Faced with inevitable death, with an unchanging outcome, what could come out of struggling endlessly against that very fate?
Forget the option of dealing with the squirrels and the mysterious man.
How can he leave this place?
Where is the road to freedom?
These questions dawned on Einer, stomping on every bit of will left from his shattered morales.
His deaths, just how in the hell do those squirrels exist?
How did the man cleave Einer without even touching him?
Just remembering that burning sensation when he saw his organs existing his body, or when he felt a group of insects moving inside his body, pushing against his skin makes his breathing come to a halt.
Einer is only recalling.
He lived through it, but the pieces of the puzzles just didn't fall in the right order.
Hitting himself against the wall over and over, he stopped.
Einer pondered how he could give in to such small matters.
If he can't die, then there's nothing to fear. He can start over a hundred times and even more until he finds a way out. It's not impossible.
Pain no longer matters as his life is not under any threat.
Logically speaking, he can make it out eventually... if he had a chance of survival.
Stumbling on that thought, as if falling from a cliff, Einer gasped.
What if I can't leave? What if I'm here for eternity?
The thought of his negligible chances at survival, or rather, the deaths he had suffered, kept him in the never-ending cycle of questions and scenarios.
Einer lived a normal life. Got in a good school, got good grades, socialised, and he wasn't in any dire situation.
His father and his sister were always by his side. At a young age, he lost his mother, but that never bothered him much.
When he needed help to make up with friends, his father aided in making remedies.
When he had trouble studying for exams, his sister taught him appropriately.
The convenience of someone having his back was always present for Einer.
He wants to shout at the top of his lungs his sister's name, to call for his father, to call for a helping hand.
He doesn't know how to survive outdoors, he doesn't know how to defend himself, he doesn't know how to even take care of himself.
Everything in his arsenal is at a bare minimum to satisfy his unneedy daily routine.
Faced with an extraordinary situation, sorry, but that is way too out of his reach.
Einer's situational awareness and survival instincts are next to zero.
His previous resourcefulness?
Pfft, any sensible person can pull that off.
Nothing to his name can be categorised as useful in this predicament.
It's only a matter of time before he dies.
Einer's thoughts congregated around him and chocked him, knowing that he would die in this cycle due to cold, or worse, by other means.
Einer:"Hah!"
He suddenly gasped.
Jolted by that thought, Einer proceeded to feel every inch of his body like a madman.
Shortly after, he stopped and went back to his hole.
Maybe if he ends it before it could happen, a much easier death can be reached.
Right, there's numerous ways to do it with the least amount of pain, sure it will hurt, but better than the feeling of his body slowly being torn apart and eaten as he feels everything, or the snow filling the insides of his seperated body.
What's a broken neck compared to that?
Jumping off from a tall tree and positioning his head towards the ground, he could ensure his death.
Right, that should do it. Maybe he only has three lives, so just maybe, this could it.
...
Einer lifted his head up. He untied his arms, stretched his legs, wore an expressionless face, and looked upwards.
He stared at the top of the tree that he gave his back to.
Placed his hands on the ground, pushed against it, and stood up slowly stood on his right side, followed by his left.
His back was barely straight, his arms hanging low like lone ropes sticking to a ceiling.
Almost like a zombie.
Clothes covered in dirt, hair unkempt, and eye bags were formed.
He then turned around to his right to the tree, carefully analysed it, and reached out with his hands.
One by one, his palms, foot and body, sticked to the tree, and then, started to hesitantly crawl up.
The thick, harsh skin of the tree could be felt as it peeled of the surface of his skin, but he kept going.
Making his way up, grabbing onto the sturdy tree branches, Einer progressed towards the top.
A playful wind danced on his face and body.
The leaves and bushes continued to harmonise with the wind's current, making rustling sounds.
Not before long, he reached it.
Breaching the green veil of leaves, his head popped out , with it, his body followed.
Holding his hand up to block the intense sun, Einer looked ahead.
He can see what lies outside the forest.
... Green as far as the eye can see.
A charming scene that revealed the truth to Einer.
He stood on the top of a bulky branch, holding to the tall tree using his left arm.
His eyes were widened.
He can never escape. No matter what he does or tries, he will continuously fail forever in attempting to escape this forest.
Closing his eyes, then opening them slowly again, Einer moved his head towards the bottom, or the green veil covering this forest.
...
He stared at it for a while. The veil may look rock solid, but it's rather deceptive.
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Setting foot on it means instant death.
He let go of the tree, slowly walking to the edge of the branch, balancing himself like a performer.
Reaching the end, he took a couple of deep breaths, he closed his eyes, and stretched out his arms as if he had wings.
Eyes closed, Einer started to count.
Einer:"One... two... three."
At the count of three, Einer inhaled... and jumped.
Facing the ground, falling like a water drop.
He pierced through the green cover of the forest, and his velocity accelerated quickly.
Einer was smiling lightly with his eyes closed, he then opened them, and a struggle started.
His eyes twitched and he tried to shout, yet the wind stopped all the attempts as it breached his mouth, invading his body.
And before he could even stretch out his arms— blood sprays, just like a bucket of paint falling off a high place, Einer 's body was crushed, leaving it on the ground
Einer wondered as to why he opt to do this as his view blurred, drowning in blood.
Eventually, Einer's consciousness stopped.
Part 2:
Everything becomes dark, and only after a while can a forest be formed.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a shining light appears in the most spacious area allowed by the forest, this light then manifests itself into a shape that of a human, aged 10 years old, more or less.
Clothes colored green and black, a jacket and sports pants, breaking the palet harmony in the forest.
Einer was sitting on the ground as if he had been pushed by a bypasser.
Big round eyes and a mouth opened. Droplets of sweat ran down his face from his hair, and his body was twitching at irregular intervals.
Flashbacks ran through his eyes.
Everything he had experienced in this accursed forest resurfaced.
Like a train ploughing through him, Einer, in an instant, stopped all movement.
Not before long, he uttered something.
Einer:"Fuck this."
He quickly straightened up, gathered all his strength and sprinted aimlessly.
Arms moving as if he's swimming in the air, legs moving as he ran for his life.
Eyes locked onto the front, and only the front.
Breathing heavily, sweating profusely, grabbing onto the trees as he made his dash towards the unknown.
He reached the river quickly, unmoved by it, he plunged into the current and continued to run.
Water splashing on his body, cold as if it was from the pole, but he remains unflinching.
Pushing against the moving water, kicking away even the passing fishes.
In no time, he reached the other side of the shallow river and quickly jumped to it.
Stopping for only a second, and his sprint ensued.
Pushing away bushes blocking his course, tripping from the roots sprouting from the ground and pebbles making a balanced foothold difficult, he continued to run.
Einer kept on running, and running and running.
He burned through his stamina rapidly, and his movement started to get sluggish.
After progressing through the forest, without knowing his place, Einer can no longer maintain a speedy travel.
He can only walk from now.
He yearned to lay down, drink some water, open a packet of chips and munch on it while watching his favorite TV series.
No, he'll take a bath first, play some video games, and wait for dinner to be ready, then watch TV.
Taken back to the past, Einer walked alone in the forest.
The breeze, the sun, the sky, the clouds the moving leaves, the chirping birds, the wavy bushes.
Einer managed to find his way out of reality and strolled in the forest.
Diving into his memories, vivid imagery start to surface in the mind of Einer.
The face of a man with a thick beard, brown hair, medium sized body that seems to be fit.
That's the father of Einer.
He was rather a boring father, no humor to his name, nothing notable that could be mentioned about him.
Einer's father never punished him or scolded him, never teased him or chatted with him much.
The sun settled as his past surfaced, but he kept recalling more memories.
The only conversations he remembers having with him is where they exchange on how the day went for the family... and oh, yes, family.
He has an older sister, short yellow hair with a slim figure.
She took care of the house's shores and was competent in her studies.
... the grey clouds meshed into each other, and the wind began to strengthen.
His sister, or Lara, scolded Einer a lot.
Either for not cleaning his room, eating next to the TV, or anything else that Einer considered to be pointless.
As for his studies, not much could be said.
He was indeed a high ranking student, and was quite competent in his school, but that discipline seems to not have carried any where else.
Social life, self care, all were deemed as frivolous matters that consume time.
Einer's needs were met with the smallest amount of effort, nothing more.
... a snow drop fell from the sky.
Slipping past the layer of leaves, it reaches Einer.
One thing pops up in his mind, and that's all it took for him to snap out of it.
That word alone made his mind rush through millions of thoughts.
Only for all of them to be expressed in one word.
Run, run, run, run, run.
The illusion shatters.
As if he was electrified, Einer's casual speed quickly turned into a sprint.
That nightmare splashed him with icy water.
A spark had ignited.
No longer driven by sound judgement, he let himself be controlled by instincts.
He would rather anything but that, he would even rather killing himself.
With that being no longer an option, he commited to—rather his survival instincts kicked in, and now his body is moving on adrenaline.
Pushing everything that gets in his way from hanging green ropes to bushes to small saplings.
Kicking his foot on the puddles of water that slowly turned into icy substances, inhaling in large volumes, exhaling warm breaths that became white smoke due to the freezing temperature, eyes fixed on one imaginary point at the unseen horizon—escape.
No matter what comes in his way, his body will keep running, his heart is already exhausted, but he'll keep running.
His leg muscles are torn and fatigued as if carrying a stone boulder on each, but he'll keep running.
The pain is gone, and all senses are occupied with the objective of making it out alive of this forest.
The weak disconnected wave of the falling snow slowly streamed into a powerful ruthless storm.
Light had left the forest, and darkness took its stead.
The snow started to pile up quickly, but Einer paid no heed to any of these developments.
These outside turbilations, these trifling problems are of no concern to his instincts.
As long as he has a body, he'll run forever and ever until he finds a way out of this place.
Lost in time, Einer's sprint ensued, but the conditions of his previous cycles returned.
Snow as high as the knee, a dark view with no light.
Trees surrounded him and no sound could be heard other than the raging storm.
Eyelashes freezing, cheeks reddening and hands becoming purple.
He's feeling very cold, but he kept on pushing.
Einer:"Arghh!"
As if fighting using sounds, he rebelled against the notion of faltering.
Grabbing onto to anything he can reach to advance further into the deep woods.
His pace began diminishing ever so slightly.
But from the inside, the desire to escape grew even larger and larger dwarfing the feeling of weakness and fragility his body is experiencing.
It's not an understatement to say he's running on pure adrenaline.
As he continued fighting the raging storm, Einer felt cold no more.
His rational mind came back upon such observation, he deduced that time is not by his side.
He must pick up the pace.
Maybe, just maybe he's close to the finish line, maybe after a minute, he'll see an open landscape free from trees, free from the all encapsulating layer of green, free from the fear of the lurking death in the shadows of this storm.
He began to see light, repeating the notion of a finish line being there; gave him a glimpse of it.
He doesn't know anything, but as long as he's moving,he'll find the exist.
He hastened his pace even more.
Then he heard a rustle, a rustle loud enough to be heard in this storm.
Without being concerned he carried on the walk—until a white ceiling came falling from the sky.
Before he could catch a glimpse of it,
"Splash"
It falls, slamming the ground where Einer stood, the white ceiling was a thick layer of snow, it was so large it could probably cover a neighborhood.
Einer, who had his body slammed into the ground, couldn't breathe. As if he was in a quick sand, he couldn't move.
His sense of direction is lost, moving around, trying to get out.
He moved every part of his body desperately in every direction, waving his head left to right up and down trying to get back to the surface, but he couldn't.
Just as he was reaching the end, he was compromised.
All of that effort for naught.
Why didn't this layer of snow occur in the previous cycles, huh?
Why would it fall just when I was this close, why is this world cruel to me?
Voicing his silent complaints, his crazed body continued to wiggle around in that layer of snow.
He can't open his eyes or the snow will get to his eyes, he can't feel anything.
Even his clothed body was invaded by the snow.
The stormy wind can reach him with nothing but its loud tantrum.
His consciousness started to black out intermittently, but his body kept struggling.
Thinking this might be the end, Einer still clinged to this life, he didn't want to die.
"Tick"
Suddenly, he bumped into a hard object, without hesitation, he got a hold of it, dragged himself towards it, and started following its shape to the top.
Like an ant, he crawled up the hard long object, which lead him to the surface.
Einer:"Haah!"
Finally catching a breath, Einer announced his exist.
The view he saw was accustomed to changed.
The were no trees, there was no ceiling, only snow.
Snow covering a wide area, with bumps here and there.
The storm had stopped, and the sky was clear, and shining stars painted it.
The moon was an illuminated crescent staring at the ground.
No clouds could be seen, not a single thing is blocking his vision.
His small head, which surfaced the piles of snow, had reflected shock.
He doubted it at first, but it only took him a few seconds to realise it.
The end is here, he found a way out of the forest.
His heart throbbed, he wanted to let this world know that he did it.
"Chit-chit-chit-chit."
But that thought was stopped.
Einer's mind went blank at that sound.
The sound intensified as it approached Einer.
He was hanging onto a tree from a high altitude.
He gazed directly at the side of the forest, where he could see eyes so dark that they stood out in the shadows.
As if it was a humongous beast with hundreds of eyes, it closed the distance slowly.
Einer faced the opposite side free from trees.
He let go of what he clinged to, causing him to fall to the ground without proper set up.
His fall damage was negated due to the thick layer on the ground, and he proceeded to roll over and over the hill.
He stopped, got a hold of himself and started moving away from the forest using both his arms and legs, like an animal.
His body shaked.
Eyes tired of being opened, mouth tired of being closed, his face muscles are fatigued.
The chit chit approached Einer slowly.
Einer:"No... please no..."
Whispering to himself as he moved away from the chit chit, he fell.
He tried to move his body, but he couldn't.
Laying on the ground with his stomach like it's a hot summer, Einer could only look at the front, he can't even turn his head towards the what will-be the cause of his death.
The squirrels closed in on him, shortening the distance ever so slightly.
Einer:"damn it..."
His eyes slowly started to shut.
He kept on straining them with every last bit of his strength left.
Maybe they'll move past me, then I'll lay down here for a while to rest.
Yes, it's not over yet, it's not over yet, it's not over yet...
Repeating the same thing innately, he stopped abruptly.
???:"Hmm, how peculiar.", words were uttered.
He couldn't look at the source of the sound, only what seems to be the legs of someone.
Black, with dark purple outlining.
He seems to be wearing a coat.
The mysterious man kneeled, showing a familiar face.
???:"Quite daring, aren't you?", he murmured.
His words, they were surprisingly reassuring for Einer.
The man extended his right. Same as his clothes, his hands have black skin with purple outlining.
Pitch black skin, unnatural in the truest sense.
It then began to glow white.
Small particles flew around Einer's body, surfing on it while removing the purple skin he had gained due to cold.
The man:"I wonder, why got to such lengths?", he asked.
At his question, Einer felt rejuvenated, but he immediately pushed himself away from the man.
The realisation kicked, and without hesitation,
Einer:"I be-beg yo-you! do-don't kill m-me!"
Einer positioned himself into a prayer position and pleaeded as he trembled.
The man, confused by Einer's words, turned his head away towards the squirrels.
They clicked their teeths, they squeaked and their heads twitched.
Their black veins throbbed and their eyes started to get bloodshot.
The man:"The fear in your eyes is strange, but...Our chat must come to an end, it seems that their hunger is growing rapidly." He faced away to meet the squirrels head on, "Stay here, your mana is depleted."and uttered those words.
The chit chit chit chit became louder and louder, and the squirrels slow pace quickened.
Einer:"huh—"
Einer, unable to piece the puzzle, he stared at the man walking towards the threat, and his body fell to the ground.
Right before passing out, he heard a distorted voice.
The man:"Open—"
Upon the inaudible words, Einer passed out.
...
Part 3:
...
The fire wood creaks.
It gives off a dim light to illuminate the space hugging it.
Smoke rised towards the sky and slowly dissippated into the air.
Next to the burning wood, a man sat down opposite a laying young boy.
The man placed a thick coat near his waist.
He sat on a log that seems to have been freshly chopped.
It's quite warm, even during this night.
Silence permeated the atmosphere.
The sitting man has a skin that is completely pitch black, with a purple outlining, his eyes are dark purple, and he seems to be fit.
His lift eye is scarred, and the right one is fine.
His right eye was slightly opened, longingly staring at the scene of cremation, while his left was closed.
They were fierce in shape.
A medium long hair, with no particular style.
He wore a shirt with buttons, it covered his arms and torso, then extended towards the bottom in four pieces which were long and slim.
He wore regular sleeves and had a pointy shoe.
All of which were colored black, except the gold buttons that adorned his shirt.
His attire was most definitely not modern.
The boy laying at the other side was none other than Einer, seemingly out of order.
He's covered in a grey blanket while he's laying on the ground with his back.
They were next to a tree near a paved road of dirt that divided the open hilly landscape.
The silence ensued, only to be broken.
Einer:"Arghhh!"
Shouting suddenly, he quickly extended his arms towards the sky, terrified.
The man stared at Einer expresionlessly, spectating.
Einer:"I DIDN'T DIE!".
He declared in excitement, waving his head around in haste.
Einer made that assessment.
The usual environment he wakes up to after every cycle is gone.
But one issue is present, the mysterious man is here.
Einer:"The squirrels are gone..."
Einer directed his gaze at the mysterious man, "But ya're here." He muttered.
The man:"Fret not, I would have done it long before had I intended it."
The man easily picked up on the trembling voice of Einer, so he stated in a calm demeanour.
Einer:"I don't trust ya."
Replying in a low tone, Einer refuted.
The man:"Distrustful, I see. Have we crossed paths before?"
Seemingly confused confused, the man asked Einer.
Einer:"Ya damn right, ya didn't even listen to me and ya fucking cut me in half."
The man:"Cut you in half...? Be more specific if you could."
The man replied stone faced.
Einer:"Who the hell are ya? Ya talk like it's nothing."
Einer only replied with a question instinctively.
Dark:"Hmm... Name's Dark, rings a bell?"
Einer:"Dark?? The hell is that name?"
Dark opened his eyes a little, he then put his hand on his chin, and looked at the jumpy Einer
Dark:"Truly peculiar. Your accent, your clothes and everything about you is unheard of."
Einer:"Huh?"
Dark further elaborated.
Dark:"You say you've been cut in half by me, correct? Then, pray tell, how did you live to tell the tale?"
Einer:"Huh?"
Dumbfounded by that question, Einer responded with a sound.
Dark:"Hmm, how about this. Are you a Preacher?"
Einer remembered that word from their last encounter, he can only deduce that he must reply carefully.
But that's impossible,
Einer:"Why are ya so cryptic? Ya talk in riddles and ya think I'll understand shit?"
He raised his voice, and replied with a question of his own.
Dark:"Cryptic? Such ignorance. To not know of the Preachers is impossible unless you have been forsaken."He stopped at that point, then added, "which seems to be the case. Not only that, my words are far from riddles, and everything I've said is common knowledge."
Einer:"Who ya calling ignorant? And I don't know, I don't know! Everything ya say makes no sense! Why can't ya believe me?!"
Einer's frantic response in confusion, but it was ineffective.
Dark doesn't even stop, he further adds onto the conversation, he sharpens his eye even more, and stares at Einer's directly. Seeing his reflection, he lifts his head a little and locks in on Einer.
Dark:"Believe you? I find that to be quite difficult, but saying that I cut you in half... This baseless accusation is somehow believable. And those eyes hold no malice." Dark doesn't stop the barrage yet,"Not only that, your eyes have seen death more than once, have they not?" Dark stopped his line of questions at last.
Einer:"Oh my god why can't ya jus—", he cut himself off.
Einer didn't even know where to start, his already clouded mind was further bombarded by the continuous accusations.
Taken a back for a while, he cleared his mind a little, and fell silent for a while.
Einer:"..."
Dark:"..."
Silence ensued.
After a couple of seconds, the flood of thoughts in Einer all mixed into one, leading to a singular response,
Einer:"I don't know shit man."
He grabbed his forehead," I was teleported to this forest randomly. And for whatever reason, I go back in time when I—"
Suddenly, Einer tightened his grip on his head with both of his hands.
And slowly started moving it back and forth rapidly,
Einer:"ARGHHHH! STOP! STOP!"
Einer shouted, as he moved his head in circles like an insane individual.
He kicked away his blanket and pushed with his legs against the ground.
Dark's tense face slowly faded, and he then raised his right eyebrow.
He stood up, and walked towards Einer around the fire quickly, upon reaching Einer, he kneeled on one knee, and extended his left hand to him, but he couldn't assert his grip.
Dark:"What happened? Hey, do you hear me? What's wrong?"
Einer's episode finally endedat his question, and Dark got a hold of Einer after his body seemingly turning into a statue, becoming inanimate.
Dark moved Einer's hand away to peek at his face.
Dark:"Hmm..."
He hummed for a while, then without a moment of notice, "YOU FOOL!", he shouted.
Upon seeing his face his eyes widened in shock, and a cold sweat came dropping from his face.
Dark:"To breach a contract with THEM... Even ignorance has its limits!"
Dark reprimanded an Einer with a black cross on his face, or rather a plus sign to be more accurate.
It waved like burning fire, and let off thick black smoke in small volumes.
Then, a yellow light gleamed from the inner pocket of Dark's shirt
On top of Dark's widened eyes, his mouth soon followed.
He grabbed the source of light, and slowly pulled it towards him from his right side.
His fist then opened, showing his palm, with an insignia shaped like a sword, it had two jewels, one at the pin point of the sword, and a larger one in the middle of the handle.
The larger jewel was the illuminated one.
Dark:"The insignia of recognition is shining...?!"
His frantic remarks had not reached the deaf Einer, who seems to have long been gone.
—I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I wanna leave, I wanna run away, I wanna live, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna go back, I don't wanna go back I don't wanna go back I don't wanna go back.
Dark slowly stood up and stared at Einer's cursed body, with its head facing the luminescent moon.
Dark gritted his teeth, clenched his right fist, and his eyes contrasted Einer's body. They were laxed.
He raised his left arm, this time, with his palms open.
—Please save me, please save me, please help me, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die!
Dark:"Had I know this before..." He stated in a low tone, then,"I'm truly sorry." he apologized.
He closed his palm, and Einer's body fell to the ground.
Letting go of his arm, Dark stared at the corpse of Einer.
—Why why why why why why why why why!? Why ya always kill me? Who're ya sorry for ya piece of shit?!?!
Dark:"I should've known."
He averted his eyes away from his corpse as they twitched.
Einer's consciousness ended at that moment.
—What the hell...?
...
Part 4:
...
Everything becomes dark, and only after a while can a forest be formed.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a shining light appears in the most spacious area allowed by the forest, this light then manifests itself into a shape that of a human, aged 10 years old, more or less.
Clothes colored green and black, a jacket and sports pants, breaking the palet harmony in the forest.
Einer was sitting on the ground as if he had been pushed by a bypasser.
In that position, Einer's eyes were strained, his teeth clicked when he closed his mouth, and his face followed the same notion.
Slowly, the hyper tensed expression dissipated, and Einer stared at the ground between his legs.
Einer:"..."
Hands holding him up, he slowly leaned forward, crossed his legs and folded his arms.
He closed his eyes, turned his face downwards.
He assumed a regular sitting position.
Then, as if he found something to say,
Einer:"So I can't tell anyone bout my ability.", he murmured
He thought of everything he managed to have gathered, the way of escape, the potential risks, the nature of his ability, and this forest.
Einer now had died four times, throughout his lives, he saw many things.
The snow storm comes when the sun settles, and it never stops until the moon reaches its peak.
If Einer takes too long to escape the forest, he'll die due to cold, without any interferences.
The road of escape is past the river, meaning that his best bet is to run for his life without stopping in hopes of leaving this place quickly.
Then there's the squirrels and the mysterious man.
The squirrels are unquestionably hostile, and it's an instant death if he encounters them at any point.
The man or Dark, is quite tricky.
Before Einer's death, he heard every word that came out of him.
He doesn't know what Dark's talking about, but he can notice a change in attitude, so there might be hope to change his mind and prove Einer's innocence.
Now the plan of escape.
Gather everything, food and anything that seems useful. Einer must be resourceful.
He won't waste more that twenty minutes on these objectives, after that, he'll begin starting his sprint.
Everything else is a matter of hope.
Einer concluded that no one will find him, and waiting for it is useless, the squirrels exist, after all.
He doesn't want to die for the fifth time.
Death is painful, it's really painful.
He'll do anything to not experience it again.
He can only walk forward and hope things will get better.
In his mind, there's that lingering thought of there being something that can kill him, and he just hasn't met it yet.
But it doesn't matter, time isn't on his hands, he must act fast now.
Einer:"Alright, let's do this."
Einer opened his eyes, the glow of it returned
He stood up, looked at the way to the river, and started to walk, his posture was little uneven, his hands were trembling a little, but his eyes were unmoving.
It's about time he leaves this place.
Marching forward, Einer delved into the woods.
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