I trudged my way to my hand-made hut. In my 11 months of being in the forest, I learned a thing or two about how this place works and what happens inside of it. People knew about me apparently, I'm like an urban fact, if that makes any sense. I built a hut around a small pond I use for bathing purposes. Despite the fact that I am a little over 4 miles away from that noisy old city, people found me.

This is the start to a story that came to me in a dream. I only remember what started to happen, and the end result, so I have to fill in the blanks of what happened before and after. Yay.

Warning: Free-time typing, and really short "chapters", because laziness. I didn't type this to be serious, but I sure as hell made it look like I was.

I also honestly can't write the characters' name without cracking up, only because I grew up with Ernest.
And yes. It's displaced-esque. So if you don't like Displaced stories ( in my opinion, it's OK ) Run away, and don't look back.