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sycamore forrester. d7. fin. Jan 21, 2022 2:39:01 GMT -5

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S Y C A M O R E F O R R E S T E R

We had a child before our current one. But we never named him. He didn't deserve a name. We just told everyone he died shortly after a home birth. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck and there was nothing that we could have done to save him. Really? We don't know if he's alive or dead.

The child was a demon. He was white, pure white. His skin, his hair, even his irises were such a pale shade of blue they may have well been white. But it was a trap. Because behind those blue irises. We saw it. We knew! Behind the blue, the one part of him that should have been pure white, was red.

The whites of his eyes were practically translucent! And so we saw the red. We saw the demon within him. We knew the child was a curse, something sent from Hell. We were so excited for the birth of our first child. Just for him to turn out... well like that! We're just normal person, yet we were sent a demon spawn.

We knew what we had to do, we had to get rid of him.

We could have given him up for adoption, but that left a paper trail. We needed to get rid of him for good. A way he could never track us down. A way we could avoid the hell fire he was sure to bring with him. So we took him into the woods. We had bought so many blankets to keep him warm before he was born. We expected a normal baby, after all. And it felt cruel to leave him naked and alone in the woods less than 48 hours after he was born. So we wrapped him in blankets and left him under a Sycamore tree.

On our way back home, we prayed. Demon or not, it was our child. We didn't want him to die out there. We knew he was by where those weird people lived. The Forresters. They were almost like a myth. But we knew they were real. And hopefully they'd take him in. He looked more like them than us as it is.

But if they didn't take him, it was only a matter of time before some animal killed the demon.

Over the years we've thought about going back to find him. Just to see if he's still alive or not. Would the blanket we swaddled him in still be sitting underneath the Sycamore tree? As we walked past would we see a boy of white staring at us through the bushes? But we decided it wasn't worth it. We weren't giving Hell an invitation back into our home.

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S Y C A M O R E F O R R E S T E R

We found a boy under a Sycamore tree, and we weren't sure if he was going to live. He was pale and his lips were starting to turn blue from the cold, despite the blanket he was wrapped up in. He was crying, and yet no one was around. I knew the moment I saw him what he was, he was a gift. A newborn baby boy was a gift to us from the Gods.

Everyone at the compound took their turns taking care of him, raising him. We ended up registering him with the government, we said two of his family members were his parents and got him a birth certificate. And we named him Sycamore. After all, it was a Sycamore tree that gifted him to us. And the Gods allowed him to live with our careful nurturing. After all, why would they waste this gift to us?

But, we knew he was mortal. Someone else had left him, a mortal. He still had the remnants of the umbilical cord in his belly button and he was wrapped in a blanket. If he was of the Gods, why would he have needed an umbilical cord? How did the Gods give him a blanket? Maybe the Gods left him for us and allowed him to live, but he was mortal all the same.

So we decided, as a family, to tell him he was born here. Not that he was a gift that we found underneath a Sycamore tree. Rather that he was born under the tree. And he believed us, never questioning it. Just like he never questions who gave birth to him or if he has siblings. He just accepts it as it is. That we are all just his family.

Part of me fears him finding out the truth. What if he tries to leave us? Decides he wants to find his birth parents? We can't allow that to happen as far as I'm concerned. He's one of us. He's always been one of us. He was a gift. A gift that was left underneath a Sycamore tree.

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I was born under a Sycamore tree and that's all that I know. That's all that I need to know. Sometimes I get asked who my parents are. And the response is always the same, "I don't know." Sometimes people ask why I look the way I do, and I used to say, "because I was born under a Sycamore tree." But one day someone, I can't remember who, taught me that there's a name for people like me. And now when I get asked that I say, "because I'm albino." And then when they follow up with asking why I'm albino I tell them I was born under a Sycamore tree. That's how I got my name.

Even if I don't know who my parents are, I don't think it matters much. Everyone here is my family regardless. Why should I love one of my family members more than the others because they gave birth to me? Everyone changed me, fed me, took care of me, and loved me. Well... most of them. Vali is kind of mean, but I still love her. I just stay quiet when she's around.

I mean I'm usually kind of quiet.

I prefer listening over speaking. I learned the reason it's so hard to see is because I'm albino. I mostly just see colorful blobs. According to some eye doctor I was taken to my vision is 20/400 without my glasses. With my glasses I can make more details out, but I'm still 20/200. I don't know what any of that means other than I need really large text to read and that I have a cane to help.

I don't use my cane a lot though.

It's just so pristine and white, I know if I got it dirty I'd never be able to get it clean again. I mainly use it indoors or if we have to go into the main part of the District. Outside? Outside I just find a nice stick. All I use it for is to tell where stuff is so I don't trip and to help me move a bit better. Because apparently I have a slight nystagmus, which means my eyes shake so it kind of looks like everything is moving constantly. It makes it hard to keep my balance sometimes.

I only wear my glasses when I need to see smaller stuff.

I wear them when it's time for school or if I'm going to plan seeds or pick berries. It's still hard to see with them, but it helps for seeing smaller stuff better. I can sorta make out facial features too. Most of the time I just rely on my other senses, I don't really like my glasses. And I'm worried about breaking them.

It can be hard to tell apart my family members by sight, but I know all of their voices. A lot of my family look the same. Light around the edges up top - their hair - and lighter skin. Though I know their skin is darker than mine. I don't really know what I look like though. Even with my glasses on and standing really close to a mirror it's kind of hard to tell. But I gave up worrying about my appearance a long time ago.

I touch stuff a lot, it just helps me identify what's going on. When I'm walking in doors I tend to hold onto the wall, running my hand down it. Outside sometimes I just sit down and start feeling everything around me. My favorite thing when I'm outside is finding frogs. Sometimes I need help, but I'm getting pretty good at following their sounds. I like frogs.

I like frogs because they're outside during the night time too. The light hurts my eyes and gives me headaches, it also burns my skin really badly. Sometimes I have to be outside during the day time but I try to avoid it. It's just easier if I go out at night. Plus I'm harder to see at night. When people not in my family try talking to me, I get scared. I can't see them. I can't see if they have a weapon or if they want to hurt me.

My first sacrifice was hard to do. But I was told if I was going to be a Forrester man I had to be able to do it on my own. I ended up cutting myself trying to grab the knife, but I didn't let it stop me. My first sacrifice was a fox. I had it tied to a tree while I was getting ready. It was trying to escape, but it wouldn't. I grabbed it and sat down, holding it's head with my knees. It was trying to bite me, but it couldn't.

Then I ran my free hand down it's body, feeling for the throat. And once I found it? I held it still as I slit it's throat. Then we burnt it's body to send it to the Gods. And from that day on, there was no doubt in my mind I was a Forrester. Eventually, I found better and better ways to do sacrifices. Ways that were less messy and that the Gods would like more. I'm glad I can't see the animal dying.

I like animals, I like being outside and taking care of nature. I don't like that we have to do school work. It's so hard. I have to wear my glasses and a lot of the time there are words too small for me to see. And writing is really hard for me. Most of the time I'll write letters overlapping and they aren't supposed to do that. I just can't tell what I'm supposed to do.

But soon I'll be done with school. And then I never have to worry about reading or writing again. My worst fear is being in the Hunger Games. Whenever we have to go to those Reapings I always get a special spot on the edges regardless of my age so if I get called it's easier for me to find where to go. Sacrificing an animal is one thing, but how am I supposed to kill someone I can barely see? Those tributes are just like the people in the woods - except deep down I know that they have a weapon.

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d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel Head Moderator 4,373 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Nov 15, 2024 17:04:12 GMT -5 call me jaded	sycamore forrester. d7. fin. Jan 21, 2022 9:39:42 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jan 21, 2022 9:39:42 GMT -5 I have PTSD from my experience with Forresters. Now we have another!