The Past Forever Changed (DSMP)

Sꖎ𝙹∴ ∴ᔑ⍊ᒷ(4)

All I've known is the forest.

 All I can remember since the beginning of time was walking in a straight line, walking towards someone- no - something. I don't remember if it served some sort of purpose, if I had some-... some sort of reason for it. I don't remember ever having a home, just pit stops along the way, or places to hide from the rain. Every now and then endermen would stop by and talk to me. I found some comfort in knowing they were just as lost. Wandering forever. 

Until one night.

 I stumbled upon an opening in the woods, a large field with a strange structure resting at its center. It was probably the first time in my life I had seen anything built by something besides an enderman. 

I stared in awe at the strange shape laid on top of the structure, something I can only describe as a part of the sun emitted from it, illuminating everything around it. It burned through the sky, a mix of reds and oranges and yellows. I had never seen something so terrifyingly beautiful. 

I saw someone emerge from the structure, wearing something on his head. He had dark brown hair and a slightly smaller boy on his trail. I couldn't help but stare. They were talking in the illumination of the structure, a black-and-yellow fence surrounding the field. 

Then, to my horror, the man with dark brown hair turned towards me and stared me straight in the eyes.

I turned and hid behind a tree as fast as possible, silently wishing and hoping he didn't see me.

 After what felt like hours I took a shaky breath and peeked from behind the tree - gone. They were both gone.  

I turned my body fully around with part of it still behind the tree and narrowed my eyes. There were still people inside of the structure. Not the man and the boy, however. (Which for some reason made me feel safer.)

 I had no idea what it was but I had the sinking thought eating away at my mind that he shouldn't be alive. 

It wasn't the kind of thought that involved killing someone for I'd never had thoughts like those before, but rather like I had met this human - known that he was dead.

How..strange. 

I've wandered and felt lost all my life what if- what if I could finally find myself? Amongst these humans? 
Another strange thought.
Why stop wandering now? Was it the irrational fear the man drove into my mind? Or just awe at the species I'd never had the opportunity of coming across?

Either way, all this thinking was starting to make me tired. Might as well make camp here, right? It was better in my mind to have some excuse to stay here, just for a little while longer. 

I've always traveled pretty lightly. The beginning of my journey remains mostly a blur, but what I do remember of it was the purple allium I held. I held it for many weeks, even as it was rotting in my hand. Until I eventually forgot why a simple flower had been so important. 

Now I usually carry barries for food in a small brown bag I had found a month after starting my journey, and sometimes a grass block to bring me comfort. 

Never had I felt the need for anything else, so I didn't carry anything else. Simple.
Now everything is different. 

I didn't want to think about what I'd do if I were discovered.

Now, where am I going to set up camp? I picked my bag back up and started walking along the patch of trees, keeping an eye on the structure. Eventually I came across a thick tree a couple of feet from the opening. It had a small indention in the ground behind it where I could sleep. (Finally.)