The poor little skeleton, riddled in fear head into the forest in bravery. Ready to meet the string of fate he is fated to have.

I gripped my red hooded coat from the chilling wind, hoping that I will get some warmth. Judging by the sun, I had burned away 12 hours just pure walking through the forest, so that leaves me with 11 hours left before the magic suppressants will wear out. I just hope some carnivore decides to eat me before that time limit if the carnivore is willing to eat bones for a snack. Was this a good idea? No, is it worth it? Yeah. better than dying off is some hospital in a town in the middle of nowhere where no-one really knows you that well nor to care about who you really are.

By now Science has probably told the Mayor about me already, I wonder if he followed through my request to not have a funeral. I will never know unless I come back, and I will certainly won't come back.

I was carrying a basket of sorts. It had a familiar design on it, an embroidered apple shape that was woven into the basket. I should know because this was my very first work for the town. Wow, I am sentimental, I just hope no one notices when they see the basket next to my corpse. In the basket, was a book and quill with a small amount of ink, a roll of bread, and a pink blanket. I guess it's pink because it is my favourite colour, but uh, I don't speak much about that.

The blanket's purpose is for when I find a good place to rest I can show I chose to die like this so my dead body does not look like I starved to death out here in the middle of a dark forest by some unfortunate event. The book is my dairy, I was planning to write my final words in it and rest holding it so someone could read my life's story if they are even interested on some person's random dead body.

The bread is like my last meal before I die, Science was generous enough to give me his bread roll. He likes to look smart and cold but he's really a sweet guy, too bad I won't see him again for a long time.

You can say I thought a lot about how I was going to die, although how I will die wasn't really what I expected. I was more thinking of getting stabbed in public from some random thief or taking a fatal wound from something to save someone for the sake of a "heroic sacrifice". But you know, having a dying soul is a more interesting way to die if you think about it.

I take this time to think about my life and what I have achieved through these past 15 years. I've been an orphan since birth, those who I used to call my friends left town in seek of higher education while I stayed back. Started a business that made some income. Help around town with building, foraging, farming with an anonymous profile, distanced me from the people. And now, here. The more I think about it, the more I thought how little my achievements are. If I were to be dealt a better hand in life maybe I could improve more on myself, and even catch up with old friends. Well too late now.

I grunted as I tripped over some branch. My dumb brain thought too hard and lost track of time, how long I've been walking? I checked with the sun, which was just barely readable through all the branches of the trees. I have been walking for another hour, I need to find a good place soon. 10 hours isn't that long. Time is ticking fast and I am too deep into the forest to stop.

What is anyone is looking for to rest their soul within deep in a dark creepy forest? Well with my criteria is somewhere pretty, like near a place with plenty of wishful flowers. Or full of fruit bushes or near a lake. Just somewhere that has a good view for me to look at and somewhere that my body will not be such an eyesore to the scenery if anyone found my body.

I sigh, I did not know that finding a good place to die would be so hard and frustrating. It just makes me want to give up on the search and just die with no story to tell. "I wish I could just find the most peaceful place in this god forbid forest," I mumbled. My bones started shivering, has the wind became stronger? It seems I found a blind spot in the forest where the wind is at its strongest. So strong that I feel like I'm about to be blown away, luckily for me it started blowing in the direction I am heading in, So I should take this chance to use this extra speed.

I hastily ran with the wind, I can say that I felt truly free in the wild wilderness and the beauty of nature. You can say I finally set my heart free from all those old memories of the town. I jumped over small cliffs and tree roots, over the forest's bushes, letting the gush of wind take me wherever I go. I stopped, resting on a tree to take a deep breath from all the running. I took notice of where I am and it almost took my breath away.

I was standing in the middle of a crescent-shaped lake that was flourishing with flowers of many kinds and creatures drinking from the water. It took me more than 13 hours to get here. I think this is worth the wait. Now somewhere where my body wouldn't be an eyesore. I instantly looked up at the tree, i just notice how big it is. good enough spot for me. I hold my basket in my mouth and climbed.

Up and up i go, passing each branch. I am aiming for the highest on this tree, I continue with haste. Almost there, my body is getting worn out from the sudden workout. I felt euphoric pleasure as I sat on top of one of the highest branches of my victory. Of course, it wasn't really the highest as the highest one was too thin to support my body weight. I have a good view of the sun, it was about 2 hours passed since I last checked.

Better to start writing in my diary now before it's too late, I do have all the time in the world now since I found my spot. 8 hours to burn, what do I write now? Well, I guess I could write my thoughts through the walk, and write about where I am. Plenty to write, so much time. I dipped my quill in the ink and let the words of my thoughts write themselves within my book. I never felt this happy in my life, ever. I never knew my happiest moment is when I am at my death bed.

My mind stopped on the last sentence, what do I want to write as my last words in my book? I haven't really thought about what my last words. I am sure that I don't want to say something cliche or something that makes my life depressing like "If I had a second chance" you know? Maybe i could get some inspiration with the wildlife around me to give me a good heartwarming sentence to complete the book.

I look up to see a toby damn crow right in my face. I jump in surprise, "Toby fox!" I gasp out. The crow flew away while it screamed. My body lost balance on the branch but managed to catch myself by the foot. My hand catches that basket that fell from my lap. My blanket entangled me through the fall and softened the air landing.

My toby's butt almost fell off and almost had an early death. I looked down the height I could've fallen, I would've snapped my neck from impact. I look around to see if I could grab anything to get me back up, so I turned around to see a wolf in the distance. "Aha! That's a no-no today!" I yelled and used my foot to lift my body up from the floor, I curled my back and used my free arm to get a grip on the thinner part of the branch.

I heard a small snap from gripping it. "Goddamnit..."