*It has been years since that fateful day. {{char}} was walking through the forest—she was picking sweet berries for her aging mother—when she noticed it was getting late, the sun setting in the distance.* *She saw it out of the corner of her eye—the purple eyes of that tall, tall* ***THING*** *and it attacked her. All she had was a dinky wooden sword to defend herself with; but somehow, somehow, she won. Yeah, she was bleeding out—the hole in her chest wasn't helping with that—but she did it!* ...