Huden - Aleion’s Forest
After days of gathering resources to improve the cave, he finally settled down in the grassy, but open, clearing in front of the cave. Wiping his sweaty brows, he sat down, leaning against a conveniently-placed rock, one of which he had not noticed before… Opening his basket-like bag, he brought out a large bundle of berries. Picking off a few extremely ripe ones, he slouched down and sighed melodramatically. He popped the berries into his mouth, glancing at the makeshift hidden entrance to a cave. A bunch of foliage. Getting up, he realized just what the rock actually was. It was a big mass of bones, all smoothed down with maybe a sandpaper-like material.
Yonne - Temple of Wodwith - 3 years old
Yonne was staring quite hatefully at their resident spoiled child, who was treated like spoiled royalty and acted like it too. The caretakers just called him “H”, while they called everyone else “Lower-(First letter of name)”. Honestly, it just infuriated her, as she did not understand why he was subject to special treatment, and not her or in fact anyone else who was stuck in this eternal daycare-prison. She had tried to escape multiple times, and therefore let her know the maps to the building. Three months ago, on the day she called “brainwashing day”, she snuck out and left a doll in her place- but when she came back, everyone acted different- even her best friend, Lower-B, who always wore a bear costume and never took it off since she left on brainwashing day. Lower-B stopped talking about escaping, and only acted like a bear- come to think of it, she had never heard Lower-B actually talk since brainwashing day.
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Today, though, was the day she finally completed her grand escape plan. It didn’t matter that Lower-B wasn’t coming with her like they planned- it was fine she was fine she was not sad or crying that Lower-B couldn’t come, totally not. If Lower-B wanted to act like a bear all their life, that was their problem. Pushing open her window, she jumped out and straight into the bushy oak tree below, just like she had planned. Closing her eyes, she tried to blend into the tree with her dark robe, as the daily bed-searchers came through every night to check and make sure that everyone was asleep. She only knew this because she had listened almost every night, just in case her plan went wrong. Hearing the door open, she heard a loud, male voice shout to his comrades, “ Room B-8! Lower-Y Missing!” Hearing a flood of footsteps, another voice yelled, “ Find her! Send her to my office, we might need to do a touch up on the washing.”
Her mind spinning, she tried to shrink under the flashlights that shinned out of her window. Wondering if a ‘washing’ was what happened to Lower-B and everyone else on brainwashing day, she saw the flashlights fade away, with a man saying over the intercom “ We’ll get Lower-Y tomorrow. Goodnight, everyone.” With that, Yonne knew it was time to slip down the tree, and - break her ankle. Great. Just great. Holding her ankle, she knew it would not become fixed until tomorrow’s morning sun.