A Tale Of Disasters

Fyn.

Fyn stared at Hana's mouth, trying to make sense of what he just heard.

That was impossible. He couldn't have been gone for years. He knew it was more than a few days, he knew it was more than a few weeks, but years? That was just impossible.

But was it really?

During the course of his stay in the forest, he had met a talking serpent, he lived with a demon, he taught little talking turnips about herbs and how to use them, and he witnessed how branches and vines moved around him as if they had minds of their own.

Slowly, Fyn felt his knees giving out under him, and he falls into a messy heap on the floor, panic flooding his system. He ran his fingers through the roots of his hair, unconsciously pulling, trying to make sure that he was still there. He could still feel things.

He had really been gone for years.

Suddenly, everything made perfect