Back in the days of the first colonizers, stories were shared of great creatures. They didn't have a place they called home. They weren't dangerous beasts other like the cannibals of the frozen north or the powerful shapshifters of the southern desert. They had no connection to the gods or humanity. They just walked. They've walked for meleniums.
There are two that wander U.S. and Canada. Solnik the Lost, and Fiefik the Damned. I've encountered both as a child before. The first was Fiefik. You always knows she's coming. The air becomes heavy and tastes faintly of copper and steel. Me and a close buddy were the only two who saw her as she stumbled past our rural town. Most of her body is made of rusted metal scraps cobbled into barely functional limbs. She was hunched, clearly in pain. Her clothes were torn and caked in dirt and dust. I could only stare and wonder.
Solnik was met many years later. They flickered in and out of existence as they walked through the rainy city we were staying in. They were glad I had talked to them. They were nice. They were from a different world entirely. They wanted to go back to it. I feel bad for them.
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Randomjust a bunch of book ideas. idk which one to write. Also they're like all sad/rated to sad mental health topics- Oooo. That's a good tag-
