Aspen

The sun had just barely started to peek through the blinds, the warmth already starting to soak into the fabric that was used to cover up the windows behind the blinds. The fabric was red with some sort of faded design patterned all over it, probably some fabric Aspen had gotten from a old shop.

The air smelled of bacon, eggs, and coffee mixed with hot chocolate, Aspen’s special drink. He was so proud when he discovered the two tasted amazing together. Aspen couldn’t help but be awake, old habits died hard when one was constantly awoken at 6 AM sharp every single day. Yet, he wasn’t up and about doing whatever those twisted people wanted him to do, wasn’t up trying to heal a wound that needed stitches with measly herbs, now he was more concerned about not burning the eggs on the stove he put together himself with Two Time’s help.

It was peaceful, finally being able to relax without worrying about an Elder needing help with something so easy a toddler could do. He never was taught how to scramble eggs or how to brew coffee without it being strong enough to make the blackest coffee seem weak. He was given already made food, mostly slop, a bread if the day was lucky.

It took Aspen a while to get used to it, to having leave his old greenhouse behind in exchange for freedom, yet it was refreshing. The mint was starting to grow in nicely outside, the plant almost ready to harvest for tea. The nightshades were kept far away from the cabin, but he still checked in on them occasionally, they were his favorite afterall.

What was once a money-less job was now a hobby, an escape from the harsh past he once lived in, a chance to start over with his beloved. The cabin was located somewhere deep in the woods, somewhere far away from the cult’s wretched hold and just close enough to be close to a small town where he could go to get groceries, like milk or eggs and sell some of his flowers for money, just how he liked it.

MYOS.