Endless

Chapter 1: the beginning

Willow stared at what all he had packed. Today was the day! He was getting to go on a hike all by himself. What could be better? It seemed like forever for this to happen, and it finally was! His barbed tail flicked as he heard his mother calling him. "Willow! I packed you some extra food. Here you go." His mother said, handing him hos favorite on-the-road snack, a small veggie cake. "Mom, I'm eighteen now, I can pack my own food! But thank you." He said, giving his typical kind smile, until his father walked in. "Well, well, leavin' so soon?" He asked, giving Willow a headpat. "Yep! I want to get an early start, y'know?" He put his veggie cake in his bag, picking it up afterward. "Well, I guess your not weak. You have Millie killin' blood runnin' through your veins!" His father cheered, likely referring to the war. "Dad, that was 50 years ago.. The bloods probably in the ground decaying by now." There was a pause, before he was shoved out the door. "Anyway, go have your fun! Remember dont be talkin' to strangers!" His father then slammed the door in his face.

There were a few hours of walking, Willows hands on the straps of his backpack. He had a giant smile on his face. Nothing could ruin this day. Nothing in the whole world. Not even fathers typical remarks and flashbacks of the war. It was funny considering he likely hardly knew anything about it, apart from the fact that they had won, that was likely the only thing they paid attention to if Willow had to be honest. He sat down to take a break, his barbed tail flicking. His smile seemingly never left his face, it was almost like it was just stuck there. However it came completely unstuck when he heard a stick snap. He swiftly got up, ready to stab anything that came near. He had two weapons at that point. A hatchet he had brought with him, and his tail which could inject deadly poison into a victim if stabbed. He jumped pretty hard when he heard... Laughter? Ge lowered his hatchet to his side when a figure of another Millie stepped out of some bushes. It was a female, with features that only said douchebag. "Ppfftt- you should have seen yourself! All it took was a stick snapping and suddenly your loading up on weapons! Man, that was good." The Mille seemed around his age, just more.. Unique. He sighed, putting his hatchet down next to his bag. "Umm... Yeah... Im Willow, whats your name?" He asked, genuinely curious. The female studies him for a hot second before shrugging. "I'm Angie. And.. Willow? That sounds like a girl name. Well, if the shoe fits." She shrugged. Willow was going to lose it with this girl. First she scares the sense out of him, then makes fun of his name? "I'm guessing you dont have many friends?" He asked, completely guessing the answer. "Not really. But who needs em? I was never really compatible with others. They usually just said "I dont have the patience for this." And left- but its fine. They died on the trail later on." Angie explained. "Wait, what?? Died?! How?!" Willow exclaimed. Angie shushed him. "Keep yelling like that and you'll find out!" She whisper yelled, before sighing. Theres a bunch of creatures on this trail, creatures that some never even knew existed. I've taken it upon myself to help anyone who comes on this trail if you'll except my help. Are you interested or not?" She asked. Willow thought for a moment. This girl certainly would be a handful personality wise, but at the same time, Willow wasnt exactly interested in dying. "Sure."