Appalachian Morning
~eight-ish years before the events of Chapter 1~ The cool dawn's breeze whispered softly in the distance. Leaves rustled, gently and delicately. The floor was rough with dirt when Creamy opened his eyes. His face was touching it, cold and hard. He blinked, where is he? White trees surrounded him, their leaves were a pretty green, but not visible yet in this pale dawn light. Birch. He recalled. The forest was full of birch. He stood up. "Hello?" His cry for help was answered only by fading echoes. Where's... where's the... his head hurt. There was clearer light on one side of the forest, and gradually as he approached it, chatter. He came into a plaza. The floor was gray stone, but decorated by strings of pastel concrete powder. Hesitantly he joined the crowd of people he saw gathering there, hoping to blend in. His hopes failed him the moment he did so. "Hello, Strange boy! Glad you come! " A tall guy greeted him cheerfully. Creamy awkwardly smiled ba