Just like that, I found myself in the middle of the woods. I was only seven and knew nothing and no one. My only company was the chilling, starving eyes that silently followed me from the brush.

I wandered aimlessly for days, eating what berries and nuts I could scavenge, sleeping in the hollows of trees, and fleeing from the monsters which soon discovered me. It was the only life I knew – and even that I didn’t understand. Often cold, hungry, and lonely, I desperately longed for a friend.

I grew weaker and weaker each day. Not only from the lack of adequate food or shelter, but from anger and confusion. From not knowing why I existed or how I came to be. Why was I there? Where did I come from? Why was I alone? My head would spin in swirling thoughts as I tried to make sense of my existence. I had no answers … just a vague, determined notion that there had to be more to my story.

After a few weeks of barely surviving, something happened that turned fortune in my favor. Though it didn’t answer any of the questions about my past, it did give me some hope for the future.

The sun began to set as I dug through a large blueberry bush that only had a few more berries underneath its outer leaves. I hurried to get them so I could get out of the vulnerable open, but I heard something rustling on the other side. I cautiously rose up from my knees, trying not to make any noise. I grabbed a broken branch from the ground at my feet, and held it ready just in case I saw one of the beasts I had become so used to encountering. Standing on my tiptoes, barely breathing, I peered over the top leaves.

After being alone so long with nothing but monsters for company, I was shocked to discover a boy about my size crouched down by the base of the bush, ravenously snatching up berries as quickly as he could. He had the darkest hair I’d ever seen – short and shaggy, but long enough to hang in front of his eyes. He wore all black, making it like looking down on a shadow.

He didn’t notice me at all as he continued to gulp down berries as fast as he could get them into his mouth. I stepped a bit closer to the bush, trying to get a better look. I gasped as I crunched down on a dead branch.

His head shot upwards as he yelled.

I didn’t know why, but I fell backwards into the dirt screaming as well. When I stopped, I realized that he had become quiet too. I watched as a pair of curious eyes peered over the bush.

I didn’t expect the intensity of the gaze that met mine. His eyes were a shocking shade of light electric blue. We just stared at each other in stunned silence until he finally demanded with a skeptical glance, “Who are you?”

Instead of answering, I blinked my green eyes and asked him the same question.

A bewildered expression crossed his face. “I don’t know,” he answered hesitantly.

But his story matched mine, which he soon found out. We were both alone in the woods – having no idea where we came from, outwitting the monsters, and trying to survive.

After a series of questions from one another, we discovered that we were around the same age (for some odd reason we could still remember that). We realized we weren’t alone anymore. Together we could survive, and so our partnership began.


Over time we became the best of friends. We gave each other the names “Blue” and “Green” based on our eye colors since that was the first thing each of us had noticed about the other. We shared what we had and kept each other safe. Together, we fought off the monsters that chased us.

We spent months like this, watching each other’s backs. We came to know each other very well. We made an odd little family out of the two of us, with a bond closer than a brother and sister…a bond that brought life with it in that dark forest.

But as time passed and winter approached, food and water became scarce. The winds were harsh, the temperatures deadly, and we had a harder time competing with the monsters for the last sources of food. I remember one day in particular…

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