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//This is technically set in the past//
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Rhys awoke to shouting, and then a thunderous roar from downstairs, immediately bolting out of bed and scrambling to the door. Other wynglings poured into the hallway, eager to discover the source of the noise as they all rushed to the stairs. They were greeted by the sight of Jack, grappled by a few unfamiliar Wyngrew, their strange gear oddly formal, and as the group of wary children, he snarled at them, bucking against his restraints as he snarled one word, ’Go.’
Rhys wasted no time as more shouts began to fill the air while all hell broke loose. Wyngrew were everywhere, grabbing what they could and scattering as Jack was dragged away, and so Rhys ran, never once stopping to look back, even as he passed through the hayfield outside, as tears began to run down his face, he kept running. Only when his legs threatened to give out did he stop, finding himself just inside the edge of the Fickle Forest, his birthplace, the trees seeming like grasping claws as he limped further in. Eventually he came across a hollow in an old tree, perhaps once lived in by another creature, but now empty and so he collapsed, unable to care about spites or being found, and drifted off to sleep.

So yeah the Saynamo family is no more lol. Little bastard is in the forest
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6/1000 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Description
//This is technically set in the past//
————-
Rhys awoke to shouting, and then a thunderous roar from downstairs, immediately bolting out of bed and scrambling to the door. Other wynglings poured into the hallway, eager to discover the source of the noise as they all rushed to the stairs. They were greeted by the sight of Jack, grappled by a few unfamiliar Wyngrew, their strange gear oddly formal, and as the group of wary children, he snarled at them, bucking against his restraints as he snarled one word, ’Go.’
Rhys wasted no time as more shouts began to fill the air while all hell broke loose. Wyngrew were everywhere, grabbing what they could and scattering as Jack was dragged away, and so Rhys ran, never once stopping to look back, even as he passed through the hayfield outside, as tears began to run down his face, he kept running. Only when his legs threatened to give out did he stop, finding himself just inside the edge of the Fickle Forest, his birthplace, the trees seeming like grasping claws as he limped further in. Eventually he came across a hollow in an old tree, perhaps once lived in by another creature, but now empty and so he collapsed, unable to care about spites or being found, and drifted off to sleep.

So yeah the Saynamo family is no more lol. Little bastard is in the forest
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6/1000 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…