A Spirit Quest...
I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
Soŝégŝinun sat alone in the forest. His breath floated before his mouth in the cold.
He sat alone. He couldn't remember how long he had say there, but he knew that he wasn't leaving until something happened, though he didn't know exactly what that something was.
He watched the moths.
He watched the deer and elk.
He watched the owls.
All gathered around him as if they were waiting for something to happen. An audience to the great beyond that Soŝégŝinun was trying to reach out to.
Every moment that passed felt like it could've been an hour and maybe it was. He wasn't sure. Time was meaningless to him right now.
Finally, a fox walked up to him and said hello. This was what he had been waiting for. The fox was a symbol of Wénoĉeĥeĉen, the chief god of the Hatohacen tribe.
Soŝégŝinun bowed his head to the fox and said a sacred prayer in his native language. The fox responded in kind with a response prayer that would be expected in such an interaction.
It was finally happening.
His path was set.
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Story prompt:
The theme with this one is isolation. Interpret it however you please. Maybe they've long since gone insane from being alone, or maybe this could be the start of them being alone.
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Jim Stitzel
Ooooo, nice beginning! I want more! What brought him here? Where is he going next??