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Briar wandered aimlessly through the field (the one with the rock in it), kicking his feet into the air. He felt rather carefree today, and this nagging feeling that someone absolutely, positively GREAT would happen made his mood a cheerful one. He hummed a tune quietly to himself as his eyes shot from one area to another. Where would this great thing come from? When would it happen? How would it happen…? He could wait forever if necessary, but he wanted it a lot. He desired it more than anything. His life had been considerably boring and tiresome. Nothing that great ever happened to him…and now that Briar thought about it, with his luck, whatever the great thing is, it probably would just miss him.
He stopped, thinking on that, and the more thoughts sprang to his mind the more down he was getting. Yeah, it would miss him. Nothing like that could ever happen to him. He just wasn’t that kind of person. Besides, even if it did come to him, he doubted it would make his life any more interesting. Briar sighed, and then slapped his cheeks lightly. Despite anything, he would work until something happened. He was determined, and while working he would wait patiently. He was good at that.
Actually, Briar had come face to face with something strange earlier today. He had only just woken up, and standing right in front of him was someone who practically looked like an older version of himself. He honestly had no clue who this stranger was, but for some reason, a feeling of familiarity sprouted inside his soul. They stared at each other for what seemed like ages, and finally, he spoke, a smile growing on his face.
“You recognize me, do you not? It is to be expected.” He spoke with a proper tone that normally people would not use. At least, people in this time. “Let me warn you. Something endangers everyone in your world, including yourself. You will meet someone who needs you, but as you are now, you will be of no use. Will you accept a gift from me?” Calmly, he held out a hand in front of him, inviting Briar to shake it.
Briar glanced at his face hesitantly. Technically, accepting anything from strangers was not advised, but this one didn’t seem to be any threat. He actually looked quite nice when he smiled like that. Briar grinned back, reached out and shook the hand warmly. A stream of flashing pain ran through his arm and throughout his body as his skin met the other’s. Briar winced as the man spoke.
“Be of good heart, Briar. I know myself, and thus I know you. You will do just fine.”
Since then, nothing else has happened. Briar had tried everything he could think of, trying to unearth whatever gift the stranger had given him. So far…nothing. Briar had started to doubt that stranger gave him anything at all, but another voice quickly convinced him that he had something new, but he was only just missing it. Pulling out his medallion from underneath his shirt, he gazed at the pig decorated in the middle. This mysterious medallion was his only connection to his equally mysterious parents, the people his grandfather failed to tell to him anything about. He always wondered what use it would be to even keep, but in truth, the medallion was the only truely treasured possession he had. Turning his gaze to the sky, Briar began to think that maybe, just maybe, if he could find out what the gift was, that would be when something great would happen.
((This turned out...longer than expected...))