Legacy Name: Woodsman

The Nightmare Irion
Owner: see

Age: 1 year, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 30th, 2018

Adopted: 1 year, 9 months, 4 days ago

Adopted: January 16th, 2019


  • Level: 4
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 11
  • Speed: 11
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 1
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk

They say you're not supposed to talk to him.

You're not even supposed to be there, in the woods. You're not supposed to find him. And you're not supposed to let him see you.

But I see him all the time, in the woods, and he sees me. I tell him the trees are looking lovely this time of year. I tell him that my favorite tree, a large, old oak, has a new family of birds nesting in its branches. I tell him I'm thankful that he is there, protecting the beautiful forest that I've lived next to all my life. To me, the woods are an escape from the evils of the world. Deep in the woods, away from modern life with only a book, myself, and nature... The woods are a perfect place to clear my mind. The trees are always willing to hear what's troubling me and the breeze rustles the canopy in comfort. I do my best to make sure everything is as I found it when I leave and I thank the forest for its time. After I met the Woodsman, I made sure to thank him, too, even if I didn't see him that day.

Before I met the Woodsman, I thought he was just a myth created to keep children from wandering too deep into the woods. It didn't stop everybody, though; As time went on, kids my age believed less and less in the Woodsman. The woods became a game to some and a nefarious hideout for others. By the time I was 15, my favorite areas to sit and listen to the wind and the birds became littered with trash and names were hacked into the trees. It made me sad, and angry. From then on, I would bring a trash bag with me into the woods and gather as many bits of plastic and glass as I could carry. There was nothing I could do to heal the scars in the trees, but whispering apologies against their trunks felt better than nothing.

Then one day, I saw the Woodsman.

I didn't visit the woods for weeks after that. I was terrified. Nobody believed me when I told them, of course, but there was no mistaking what I saw. Would he hurt me? Would he simply chase me away? I felt like I'd only done good for the forest, but maybe he didn't know that. Maybe he didn't care.

The rest of life continued as normal. Classmates still dared each other to venture into the woods, surely leaving bottles and wrappers in their wake. I didn't want to think about the state of the forest after weeks of buildup and no one doing anything about it. Eventually the guilt of abandoning the woods I loved so much drove me back, and I convinced myself that my memory of the Woodsman was only a dream.

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