Next: [ inspired off of the first draft/scrapped version of TFAU. ] [ TW: F00d, Fire ] [ Achilles come down - Gang of youths ] Ren dosent know when he last drifted off to sleep, mostly because there isn’t really much for him to spend his days doing. So fading in and out of consciousness is the most entertaining idea he can think of now that he has given every stone around him that he can reach a story and name and family relations. He dosent know how long it’s been, yet when he wakes up, it will be raining, or dark, or smoky again. He’s never too sure, the atmosphere remains to be destroyed. Another thing that offers some sort of guidance is the occasional sweet berries and a refilling of his water, the water may have been more of a natural occurrence. Yet someone has been intentionally feeding him. He manages to choke down whatever he can before his ash filled throat closes off and then he leans back, the constant weight of the shackle wearing down the rest of his energy. He still hasn’t gotten used to it. These days Ren finds himself turning over the only ‘interaction’ he’s had in what feels like weeks, possibly even a month. That interaction being Doc. He only saw him once, and yet Doc looked at him with such distrust that Ren questioned it daily. Piling together wild possibilities. Yet despite the puzzling experience, there is a lingering thought in his head, Doc spoke of a traitor, well, called out to someone about a traitor being awake. Ren feels like he would remember doing something bad, but then again, he dosent remember being tied to a piece of rubble. He supposes he could be the mysterious traitor, but if he was, wouldn’t the hermits even at least offer him a fair trial? They had done that, when? He couldn’t remember. Something about ore snatchers.. those thoughts tugged at his brain yet never truely revealed themselves. So Ren could possibly be a traitor, Ren could also possibly be at the mercy to a traitorous act, he wasn’t sure. He dosent think he wants to be tied up. He dosent like it. He can’t go anywhere, can’t talk to anyone if they came. He’s wasted his smoke filled voice far too many times. So he shuts his eyes again. Shuts his eyes and drifts away. [ I don’t really like this chapter. *sighs* but anywho. Here’s the first chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1282503363 ]
