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Mystic Sun! A gemsun I won in a contest on dA. Can be Traded or Gifted but cannot be Sold.
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Since her earliest memories, Mystic lived in a small cave system surrounded by a large forest. Living in seclusion from any other humanoid species, the animals raised her. Even the biggest of bears, or the most vicious of wolves, would never harm her. In this part of the forest, she was always safe. And she always knew her way. Mystic made a habit of collecting unnatural things found in the dirt. Anything from coins to plastic bottles, She once found a journal full of unfamiliar markings. That journal was her collections pride and joy.
When she was about 12 she seen a boy by the river. The boy looked nothing like the animals she was used to, yet he also didn't look much like her either. He didn't have nearly as much fur, and he was covered in cloth. The boy was frightened by Mystics appearance, having never seen a creature quite like her. When Mystic approached him, the boy turned and ran. Accidentally dropping a pocketful of coins just like the ones she collects, and a small sketch book. Collecting her new treasures, Mystic returned home.
A few days passed and Mystic thought about the boy again. Who was he? His book looked so similar to her journal, and his coins... there was no doubt they were the same. Packing up his things she went back down to the river to search for him. He didn't take long to find, considering how well she knew the forest. However this time he didn't look as frightened to see her. He looked tired and frail and it became obvious to Mystic that something was wrong. The forest was not so kind to someone not raised by it. Returning his sketchbook, Mystic wordlessly convinced him that she was going to help.
She spent the night guiding him out of the forest. And as the sun went down, her gems illuminated their path. From the corner of her eyes she caught him staring. The two walked in silence however as he could hardly speak, and she wouldn't have understood his words if he did. After what was probably hours of walking they heard a yell. It was faint, but the boys eyes immediately lit up and Mystic knew that it was help. Not long after there was another yell and the two of them followed the sound as best they could until they seen lights shining through the trees.
The boy took off running on his own, nearly tripping every the light. Mystic on the other hand, crouched, hid. These were creatures she knew nothing of. Creatures that could be dangerous. She slunk back into the forest away from the lights and found a place to shelter her for the rest of the night. She could hear only a few more yells before the creatures with the lights turned and left the forest. The morning came and Mystic started her hike back down to her home cave. Further and further into the more familiar parts of the forest.
For years after that night Mystic continued her life as before. She would feed the animals, gather water, and collect odd findings whenever she could. She never quite forgot that night though. In fact, recently her memories of the boy resurfaced ten fold. She decided to make it her mission to find him again, to make sure he was safe. Mystic was twenty this year and she gathered up her most precious belongings, an old journal and a few dirty coins, and she started back through the forest. It took all day but she finally caught up to where she last seen him. Noticing on a nearby tree there was a piece of paper, in fact there were several pieces of paper all of different levels of weathering. On the paper was a pencil sketch of her with the journals symbols "Thank You." And this sketch was very recently placed.
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