Thistle.
My name is Thistle Marsh. I am a 15-year-old girl. Both of my parents are dead. I grew up without a mother, and before he died, my father raised me. I have left my home. It no longer feels like home. THISTLE MARSH I am in a large clearing. I can see a forest to my right and a path leading out of the woods to my left. I can also see a small house on the edge of the woods. I enter the house and find that it is abandoned. I look around and see that it was once home to a hermit. There are items piled up around the room. I exit the house and head towards the forest. I note the house in case I need a safe place to return to in the future. I travel into the forest. ✶ I walk through the forest for hours. I find a stream and follow it, hoping that it will lead me to a larger body of water. I begin to notice that the trees are becoming thicker and thicker. They are closer together, and there is almost no undergrowth. The stream has led me to a small pond. I am unsure if I ...