Santoo
Awoken Tree
He'd forgotten to keep track of the days gone by. He'd forgotten not to go back to sleep as he'd grown accustomed. Now when he awoke, he shifted. A body that had long since formed into a piece of the planet groaned angrily at him, and the pain was the echoing chorus as his size diminished. The creaking of his wooden fibers shifting and moving after they'd been still so long, he knew that someone had heard, but he couldn't see anyone. Were those machines people trying to live on this planet, only for the furry bears to attack them? He moved forward.
Over an hour of wandering in a direction yielded him with no sight of people, just woods. He recognized nothing, but he wasn't worried by such small things. He was a tree, and could once more look like one if he felt in danger. What he wanted was to see someone who wasn't a tiny bear people. He could seem them in the trees now, around 14 of them sticking to the far distance, probably panicking that a tree was walking around on its own. The thought struck him out of the blue, that it was exactly how others might act. Was he the only one left? Were they common now? He had to find someone, anyone on this forested world, but all he could see were trees. Trees and leaves and grass and bear people. He knew why the machines shot at the bears. They were not what he needed, but they were always there.
Over an hour of wandering in a direction yielded him with no sight of people, just woods. He recognized nothing, but he wasn't worried by such small things. He was a tree, and could once more look like one if he felt in danger. What he wanted was to see someone who wasn't a tiny bear people. He could seem them in the trees now, around 14 of them sticking to the far distance, probably panicking that a tree was walking around on its own. The thought struck him out of the blue, that it was exactly how others might act. Was he the only one left? Were they common now? He had to find someone, anyone on this forested world, but all he could see were trees. Trees and leaves and grass and bear people. He knew why the machines shot at the bears. They were not what he needed, but they were always there.