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[It is the near the end of a day’s travel. The sun is descending behind the tree line, and a thickening fog muffles the sounds of the forest, leaving a strange sense of disconnection, as if you were one step removed from the normal world. Where in the world was this forest, again? Surely you are somewhere in your your home world, right? Right....

You continue walking. There is supposed to be village to spend the night up ahead, but the fog is making it terribly hard to see.]

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[Vines hang down from the branches and one has to push them away to make progress. One such vine though gives you trouble and seems a little more solid than the others.

Oh, wait. That is just some shrimpy kid hanging from a branch. He's got a massive hat and ... vines (?) hanging off his back. He's slumped over, too.]

[A young man, more a boy really, walked curiously through the thickening forest. It seemed normal enough but he wasn't sure he recognized the trees anymore. What really threw him off was finding someone... younger then himself. Xehanort really could not tell.

Stepping closer, his black cloak just grazing the forest floor, he would gaze up quizzically at the figure.]

Are you alive up there? Merely, hanging around maybe?

[His face revealed no emotion, his eyes focused square on the figure hanging from the branch above.]

[Eyes crack open at someone addressing him. It takes a few moments for them to focus on him, and he stares longer than he should trying to place him.]

Help me down.

[He contemplates this for a second. It really isn't his business in meddling in the affairs of... meddling...

The briefest of glints passes through his eyes almost as fast as the memory that gave him pause.
He eyes the boy to better see how exactly he is being held up.]

Certainly, but what exactly is holding you up? It seems... unnatural?

[Tilting his head to another angle will reveal that the wires and tubes coming out of his back have wrapped around a thick branch. All of them also have frayed, jagged edges as if they were pulled apart. It is really amazing that they caught his fall. Pure luck seems to have kept him from face planting.

To his question, he simply shrugs shallowly tilting his heads to the side.]

Broken strings. Now...

[Being impatient.]

[Giving a quick smile.]

Of course.

[He leaps to the branch and begins untangling them from the branch. Being perhaps a fraction too cautious about it. Before he undoes the last one...]

Brace yourself.

[Frees the stranger from his suspended state and hops back down to the ground.]

[He ...

.... faceplants.

THERE IS NO WAY AROUND IT.

Getting up and brushing himself off like a cool cucumber. Fake it until you make it.]

You have my thanks.

[He looks up towards the sky. He can hardly see anything with the thick canopy in the way. No light can penetrate through.]

How troublesome. Well, I suppose you are deserving of a reward for the assistance.

[Xehanort will remember that.]

No thanks needed.

[Hops off the tree very nondescript like.]

Though, if it is a reward you offer, I appear to be very lost. Do you know anywhere one could stay the night and perhaps tell me how you ended up in the tree?

[His smile a beacon of serenity.
Such an icon of kindness.
Surely a child of light and joy, right? Right?]

There is a village up ahead. Or so I was told.

[He turns to look at him, to study him before he puts an arm to his back and feels the wires and tubes still attached.]

A fallen god. Temporary, of course.

[A fallen god... Xehanort would have to find out if this was true. Unlikely from someone so... young but if true this would provide the perfect opportunity for a test.]

A fallen god you say, how lucky for me.

[He would gesture forward, suggesting they begin their journey.]

How might I address one in such a high standing?

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