I was in my hammock when this happened. When everything changed….
My father was having a few juggles with my uncle. Like every usual night, I was watching my little brother playing on the swing. Envying his intact youthful innocence as the moonlight lit upon the forest grounds. It was not an out of the ordinary camping trip and I knew the routine like the back of my hand.
1. Set up the camping site
2. Watch my father and uncle as they get get ferociously drunk
3. Watch my brother for the rest of the night
4. Wake up my father at dawn
5. Leave my stupid uncle's house
Okay, you might be wondering why I called my uncle stupid. Well, I don't like talking about this on a regular day. But, I'll tell it anyway. My uncle was once my hero. I would walk to the Garden Moon all the time with him growing up. The Garden Moon is a moon right across from my planet. It was once a beautiful place to frolic and roam around. But once the Smite war happened, It became a junkyard, a hideous shell of its former self. It was on one of those of those Garden Moon expeditions that my uncle completely changed. I was camping with him in the enchanted forest, a beautiful lustrous place thag was once covered in Grevortrees. My uncle told me to stay at the camp and to not make a sound. He didn't come back until 5 days later. I nearly died. I was freezing and had no food.The skin on my fingers were beginning to peel off. When my uncle came back, He was naked and scarred up with giant scabs all over his chest. But most horrifically, he was missing an arm. I was traumatized by that trip, never getting sleep for days. I didn't see him until a few months
after the trip. Even though I never knew what really occur those days he was missing, I still haven't forgiven him.