Myscelia, was frantically rushing through the woods to make it to the Soulbloom Feast on time. She had been looking forward to this event for weeks, and she had promised to bring her delicious homemade fudge. But things took a turn for the worse when her first batch didn't come out quite right, and she had to start all over again. Despite the setback, she remained determined to get there with her fudge in possession and started hustling towards the location of the feast.
As she jogged, Myscelia muttered the directions her partner had given her about how to get there. Her partner had described the route as easy, and she would know where she was once she rounded the bend. However, the early sunset had cast a gloomy shadow over the landscape, and the darkness made it difficult to see. The tall trees and thick bushes blocked any glimmer of light, trapping Myscelia in a world of darkness. She was alone, and the silence of the woods made her feel even more isolated.
One wrong turn, and Myscelia lost the dirt path she was on. She scanned the surroundings for any signs of the path, but the only thing she could see was the faint light of the moon. The woods were eerily quiet, except for the rustling of leaves and twigs as she jogged past them. The air was cold and damp, and Myscelia shuddered as she felt a chill run down her spine.
"No, no, this can’t be," Myscelia murmured uneasily to herself as she looked around frantically. "I go around the bend and then I should see a fork in the road and then I need to go left- no! Right! Right?" She groaned in perpetual frustration as she tried to recall the directions. She was lost, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She thought of the feast, the people waiting for her, and the fudge she had promised to bring. Her stress about being on time melted into panic about the fact that, as she kept going, she really had no clue where she was.
Myscelia's heart raced as she came to a sudden stop, alerted by the sound of rustling bushes. Her breaths came in short gasps as she called out in a trembling voice, "H-hello...? Who's there...?" Her eyes scanned the surrounding woods, hoping to see a familiar face - perhaps her partner who could guide her through the woods. She couldn't help but imagine a perfect scenario where he would tease her about being late, and they would both laugh it off. But in reality, she was alone in the woods, with nothing but her fear and her fudge to keep her company.
Myscelia's anxiety heightened as the rustling grew louder. She started seeing faces in the shadows and hearing whispers in the wind. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wished she had brought her lantern from home. It wasn't just rustling she heard, but also an oddly rhythmic, very faint, clanking sound. What could that sound be? Teeth chattering? Bones clanking? Myscelia didn't want to stick around and find out. She dropped her tray of fudge and bolted frantically.
The sounds of rustling increased as she bobbed and weaved her way through the shrubbery. She wouldn’t have thought much about it if it weren’t for the chattering sound that got louder and louder, faster, closer.
An abrupt thud.
“Oomph!” Myscelia fell on her face. All the noises stopped. There wasn’t a single sound, not even that clanking from before. Hesitantly, Myscelia lifted her face off the ground to a large, unknown figure that towered above her. She froze. What could she possibly say?
“Hi,” A quiet greeting emitted from the figure looming over her. The figure crouched down to her eye level. A bright yellow, smiling face greeted her. “Lost?”
“... Yeah, I was- I was going to the Soulbloom Festival,” Myscelia meekly replied.
“Me too,” The smiley face replied as they stood back up to their full stature. In the short time it took Myscelia to pick herself up off the ground, a faint glow illuminated their surroundings. This person had a torch of their own. “I’m Legoshi.”
“... Myscelia,” she mumbled in response as she took in the full image of the smil- Legoshi.
“Sorry,” Legoshi bashfully apologized as he lowered a pincer down to her. It held her container of fudge she had abandoned. Its contents were jostled around but otherwise unharmed - still perfect for consumption. Before Myscelia could say thank you, Legoshi continued, “We’re almost there, c’mon.”