Travelling to the northeast of Ciht, there was a chance you would encounter a bumbling mess of a 15-year-old. Stuttering, fidgeting and refusing to look you in the eye was Mun. Recognized for his family's pink hair and uncanny yellow, cat-like eyes, Mun was Introvert of the Year. Communication with Mun was as if speaking to a wall, if that wall could turn the brightest shade of pink and always bent downwards.
Nevertheless, his parents loved him all the same, though they wished he would make more friends. Mun was perfectly content hiding from people, jotting down herbology notes while exploring the nearby forest or writing fantasies in his room (hm..). His life was as normal as it could be, every day in the same old town of Vail, same old woods, same old room.
It was particularly humid that evening, as Mun grabbed his journal and pencil, trudging towards the woods.
"Mom, I'm going to the woods."
"Watch where you step honey." His mom called from the kitchen.
"I'm not that clumsy Mom."
"You sure? Cuz I do remember the last time you came back crying with the leeches still stuck on yo-"
"I'M GOING!"
Many different types of plants were ambient in the woods, as the town head had proudly proclaimed before. The variety of colours, textures and serenity was much appreciated by Mun, who would observe each and every plant, doodling them onto his journal. Often he would pluck a few newly discovered ones and go back home and cultivate them.
Today, however, he noticed that something seemed off about the forest. Periodically, he could spot patches of grass on the ground crumpled as if something or someone had stepped on them. Noticing a clearing ahead, Mun took a deep breath... and ran in the opposite direction, back home.
Not today I suppose.
A hooded figure looked up.
"Did I hear something?"
They looked back at the parchment they were holding.
"Mun of Vail... let's hope they're not as crazy as the last one." They sighed. The person turned the map around and faced the sky.
"Ito, guide me."
What sounded like whispers rang out from the map,
"Through the clearing."
The figure nodded and snapped his finger, causing a white orb of light to illuminate the path as he slowly made his way out of the forest. That was the last night Mun would sleep so soundly ever again.