In the safety of the forest (wlw/gl)(fluff)

Chapter 1 (tw: blood, abuse)

29th of May, the year 1453rd. It's 12:05 pm. The day of the fall of Constantinople,  the rise of the Ottoman empire. And the island of Lesbos was caught up in the middle of everything, the change of the ones in charge.

In all of the mess and panic and death, a young girl saw her chance for freedom.

She was a mere slave caught up in the system. She was 18 years old, she had long curly black hair and dark blue eyes. She was enslaved due to her disrespect towards religion. She still believed in the Greek gods from the stories told centuries ago. The people around her didn't like disobedience, so since she was an orphan, one family captured her and made her their personal slave.

She was now on the run. No one really cared about her that much so she managed to escape to the forest. She was hyperventilating, her body was weak from the years long abuse she faced. Her blue eyes were getting blurry and teary, she was simply exhausted.

She observed her surroundings. Trees and trees and trees with seemingly no end. The grass was long and moist, the rain had fallen not long ago. She sat down and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

Her limbs were shaking, she tried to focus on the window whistling through the tree branches and the melody birds were making, hoping it would ground her back to reality. She grabbed the grass beneath her, clinging onto it like it was her lifeline. She finally closed her eyes, yet, she wasn't sleeping. She was too scared to do so, what if she doesn't get up? She couldn't take her mind off of that possibility.

She opened her eyes again. She felt weak, worn out. Her back was hurting. However, that wasn't anything new. She had a lot of scars on her back, her previous "owners" loved to punish her for her misdeeds. She let out a long sigh, drowning in pain.

With pain, hunger followed by soon after. She winced at her stomach growling. That was new to her. She was treated horribly by the people who enslaved her, but she was never unfed to such a degree. She tried to eat some grass, but to no avail. She needed actual food.

She tried standing up but the pain had completely absorbed her. She could just sit there and do nothing but cry.

Her eyes eventually started closing, her vision started blurring, her body fell limp. She was in a deep coma-like sleep.

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29th of May, the year 1453rd. 12:05 pm. In the deep forest on the island of Lesbos, there was a huge raid and massacre happening in one village hidden from the society.

It was a village full of fauns, half human half goat creatures who inhabited most of Greece during the ancient Greece time.

They were everywhere, stories were written about them, some even celebrated them. But it all changed, and it happened very suddenly as well. Humans started hunting them for, what it seemed like to them, no reason at all. Now there were only a handful of colonies still left alive, and one, as it appears, just died out today.

However, before the attacking army could check all of the huts, the news of the Constantinople falling came. They left in a hurry, leaving blood and death behind them.

After they left it all fell silent. A few minutes passed without a sound to be heard. Then, suddenly, a white head of hair peeked through the ruins of one hut. The last faun of Lesbos.

She was a girl, just turned 19. She had short white hair, freckles and emerald green eyes. She was albino. She had goat legs and a short goat tail, her fur was stained with blood and dirt. Her hooves were, luckily, undamaged except for a few minor scratches. She immediately placed her hands on her head, checking the condition of her horns and goat ears, they were mostly fine as well.

She then looked around, her friends, family, teachers, neighbours... All dead. Most of them with their horns cut off and brutally disfigured bodies. She looked away and broke down in tears.

After a while she decided to just go. Venture deeper in the woods, where no human will find her and hurt her. She was still crying but she didn't look back, it hurt too much.

She eventually came across a lake, she bathed herself, cleaned the blood off her fur. When she exited the water she looked at her body. She was nicely built, muscular, small chested with broad shoulders. She came from a line of hunters, her father trained her every day, she was an expert with a bow and arrow, and a dagger. Which were the only things she had brought with herself on this journey, aside from the old clay bottle her mother made for her.

She sat down, she started treating some cuts she had on her body. She didn't notice them before due to the shock and adrenaline.

Some time passed, the faun girl felt hungry, she stood up, took out her dagger and looked around herself, trying to find animals. There were some footprints on the floor, a wild pig. She followed the lead, eventually finding the animal's hideout.

With one swift move, the pig was dead, dagger firmly placed in between its eyes. She started dragging her meal towards a more open place so she could make a sizable fire, her hands got dirty with pig blood, but then, she smelled something else. Different blood. Human blood. She started following the scent, dragging the pig after her. Leaving a blood tray behind.

It wasn't long until she stumbled across a limp body of a girl only a little younger than herself. She looked at the lifeless thing in front of her, too scared to check for the pulse.

After five-ish minutes the curiosity got the better of the young faun. She kneeled down and placed her less bloody hand on the human girl.

Mere seconds after that, the eyes of the unconscious girl sprung open.

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Writers note: Hey guys, sorry for a bit of gore in some places, I promise there'll be less blood in future installments, I just had to add that ✨trauma✨ at the beginning.

Word count: 1070