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@endlight  
            
            i’m sure you are. after all, you have been walking in circles for what? a few hours now? 
            
            [the witch hummed, seeing through his lie. so much pride and for what? getting lost in this forest that frida knew like the palm of her hand.]
            
            i’m here because i live here and i know the way to the closest village. but since you know the way, i supposed you don’t need me to show you. 

@lykhaos , 
            
            "i'm not lost."  the words come muttered under breath as he trudges to the bend in the forest then stops, swallows hard and grips the yew bow tight in his hand. he isn't lost, he tells himself. and yet he knows he's been here before. passed through and the cursed forest turned him back around. the knots in the wood like eyes staring back at him. he exhales, blows a loose strand of hair from his face, then turns. "i meant to go this way," he lies, poorly. "why are you here?" 

@espinasin ,   
             
            ..the first thought is pain. the second thought is that the head of an arrow can pierce skin as cleanly as a knife and his quiver is within arms reach. the arrows spill onto the ground as he seizes one from the bundle, a messy and uncoordinated display but there is still power beneath each movement, in the way he holds himself. an animal caught in a snare, an arrowhead mere inches from parting the skin. then the other speaks, and only then he relents. "i don't.." he shakes his head, confusion knitting his brow. indeed, there is a void where time should be. he does not recall where he is, how he came to this place, and if the one before him be friend or foe. he does not drop the arrow. "i don't .. know you. do i?"