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2022-12-17
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2023-04-01
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HMS Treehouse

Summary:

Life is a journey of many experiences, but what if those experiences were few and short? Memories come and fade, and many will keep those memories in their hearts. These children didn't expect what was to come next in their little lives, but as they say, expect the unexpected. The stars are observers, they silently gaze down at all of us, watching, listening, understanding, but never interrupting. They witness all stories, the tragedies, the comedies, the gore, the stories of heroes and legends and people who will, most definitely, go down in history.

However, all stories start somewhere, and the stars could only watch, knowingly, as each of them continued down a path, that unbeknownst to them, would lead them only to their deaths.. The stars didn’t worry, or shed any tears when they died-only watched. After all, they were only stars. But the children did cry, did fight, did care about their friends— No; family.

So let's meet them, shall we?

Notes:

We ask Aria about this. We have permission to create this fanfic. (Bon)

Chapter 1: Origin of the children with no last name

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Bondivik

Its night. A small shadow pack their bag and went outside. "Bye, mom" the voice belongs to a young kid younger than 10, the child runs after they close the door. Now they're going to have a life on their own no one telling them what to do. After a few months on the road. They become weak and nearly dead. Then someone notices the phantom and as they open their eyes there on the beautiful place of golden grass. "Is this haven?" They ask out loud "dear child, this is Pogtopia" the man replies. this is now their new home.

After weeks Bondivik has been checking around the area trying to remember each place is to skip classes or to sleep on. They still have a bag inside of it. It's full of paper and art supplies that they took in the classroom; Bon has a hobby of arts, and reading into history, they're just lucky to find a box of history books, those are Bon's belongings now. And they'll keep it for years to come.

You can always saw them alone reading or drawing, but that's on the past now, as of one faithful day after a few years they stay in Pogtopia, as always Bon is in the middle of a book they hear two voices coming closer to them, Bon let it slide think that that those two just passing by the road that they're on, "Hello there!" The voice said Bon looked up to meet the two, a phantom and a elyrian, that's it if they speak they'll talk for how long and the book's almost done but they reply "uh, hi" a small reply to the duo who will be their friends until the every end.

 

 

Hero

Hero, that was the name he’d been given after his arrival. However, he never felt like one in his whole life. He is a witness, a victim, never a hero from the stories he had heard from Bon. He felt weak, like a poser, as if his name meant little to nothing, much like he felt in regards to his self worth.

From the beginning he had no name, no age but he looked to be no older than 9. He walked around the area, getting to know the new location, he hoped he wouldn’t forget where the bathroom was. He was just a kid, a baby to some. Scrawny and simpleminded, he’d always loved pictures. He loved the way they’d capture a moment beyond a memory, every visual detail in a single photo.

He took photos of nearly everything within pogtopia, from his classmates to his friends, to guards and buildings. Even landscapes. He never expected such a beautiful place to become something out of a nightmare. He’d never expected to stumble upon the HMS Treehouse; and he never expected to find the people who reminded him what home was.