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As you laid on your bed that morning, watching as the first rays of the sun rose from the horizon through your window, you couldn't help but feel so, so exhausted. Dealing with the rich, pretentious families could do that to anyone.
You understood why the tedious job of maintaining a good relationship between the nouveau riche, as the old people liked to call them, and the aristocrats fell on your family (more specifically you). With your parents being both (yes, that was the ONLY reason -you refused to acknowledge the other), it made your family stand on a somewhat neutral ground with the aristocrats, since the new rich didn't really care what the aristocrats thought of them.
Actually, the aristocrats where the only problematic bunch, since they were the only ones that started discussions and stuff. Go figure.
But more than the old and new families, the real reason you were exhausted and not simply tired, was thanks to a very specific person... if he could even be called that.
Eclipse. Terrifying, nightmare inducing Eclipse. A twenty foot machine that just appeared one day, blessed with incredible strength and intelligence, as well as a horrifying frame. Head modeled after a sun, decorated after an eclipse (hence the name), with light bulbs that looked like fire for eyes, and massive hands that ended in sharp claws whenever he wanted.
It wasn't only his appearance that made him so frightening, though. His personality wasn't exactly flowers and rainbows. People tended to stray clear of him whenever he was in town –which, unfortunately, was almost every day– since it took more effort to say 'good morning', than to provoke him.
The only reason the townspeople hadn't gotten rid of him, was because he, for some reason, had money (lies, the truth was that they couldn't get rid of him. Once, and only ONCE, did a family decided to try and dismantle him. They were never seen again.), and if he had money, ha had influence. Influence that translated into power, and that made him important... untouchable.
That bastard was your personal tormentor, had been for the past two years now, ever since you denied his proposal for your hand. Said encounter was a bitter, yet always present memory in the front of your mind, least you forget who you were dealing with.
(Perhaps it sounded odd, but to you, he was like any other rich snob that had tried asking for your hand before you told them to fuck off kindly, yet firmly denied their request.)
What was worse, not only did he sought you out every day to pester you, but sometimes, it was you who had to seek him out, which made his smug grin all the more infuriating. Why? Because when that happened, it meant you had to resolve a matter between a family and Eclipse, and it was you who had to help since he refused to talk to anyone else, unless absolutely necessary.
You were worried he was getting too dependent on you, with all that hostility to anyone that wasn't you, and him telling you he needed you even after resolving his messes –you had also caught him once lurking outside your window– but that couldn't be, could it?
...
Nah. The guy hated your guts, and you hated his.
Anyway, you should get out of bed and get ready for today. You had a feeling today was going to be a very... hectic day.
From the second you went down the stairs up until now (you think it is a little past midday, though you aren't sure anymore; time is an odd concept anyway), things have been quiet, too quiet.
No family representatives have knocked on your door, nor have you seen Eclipse (though you weren't about to complain about that). More concerning, you hadn't even seen your parents, and they always greeted you at the morning.
Perhaps, this was your chance to finally have a day off. Maybe you could even go to your workshop to continue your projects! Giddily, you stood up and ran to your room to change, which didn't take you long.
When you got back, there was still no sign of your parents, or anyone else for that matter. Delighted, you took a small precaution still, and went out through the back door.
For the first time in a while, you finally took a long, deep breath, and simply enjoyed the feeling of the sun on your skin, before you took off running through the backstreets. With all the shortcuts you knew, getting there doesn't take you long.
Standing outside of the small building, a content smile graced your lips; you've really missed your sanctuary. With no hesitation, you take the keys out of the pocket of your worn down pants, and open the door.
Entering, you immediately relax as the familiar smells, sight, and feeling surround you. Everything was as you had left it. When was the last time you had a chance to come here and actually work? Far too long, but now you were here and you had as long as your parents took to find you.
With nothing holding you back, you light the forge and grab your trusty hammer.
It was well past sunset when you were satisfied with the progress you had done. You had first cleaned around while the forge heated, then continued the project you had last worked on. Locking up the shop tightly, you begin your journey home.
You missed walking alone through the streets during the night. Ever since Eclipse, the dastard had insisted on being glued to your side to bother you further, which left you with little time to yourself. Now, though, you could enjoy the momentary peace before arriving to your home, which you could now see in the distance. Before you opened the front door, something made you hesitate.
The bliss of a day all to yourself finally dissipating, leaving you to clearly see the oddity of today. You wouldn't call yourself popular, more so that people liked to seek you out for your skills, but for no one, not your parents, not even Eclipse, to search for you? That– something was up. Still, you had to check on your parents, so you opened the door, while ignoring your gut...
Just to instantly regret it.
Hundreds of questions raced through your mind as you took in the sight in front of you. Questions of when did this-, what the-, whomst the fu-, why now-, and most prominent, how in the nine hells did that fucker fit through the door.
Truly, the image conjured by your mind would have been hilarious, had you not have to suffer the reality of the aftermath.
Whether by coincidence or a cruel joke of fate, there, sitting on the foyer, was Eclipse discussing something with your parents, though you were unaware of the matter, since they stopped talking the moment you opened the door and turned towards you.
You weren't sure if you should enter (you sure as hell didn't want to). You had seen a certain spark in the eyes of your parents that made you uneasy, but you didn't have time to decipher it as your attention was drawn towards the titan currently sitting on the floor.
Eclipse was as he always was; properly dressed in expensive, custom-made suits, his colors hadn't changed, and he invoked the same fight response you've always had to him; something was different, though. The way he was eyeing you made your skin crawl; he was acting creepier than usual.
Then he smiled.
Yeah, no. Fuck that. You didn't have the time nor energy to deal with that asshole at this hour.
You don't even give your parents the chance to call out to you; the door is closed and your back is turned. Guess it is time to practice your climbing skill, the window at your bedroom was looking more appealing than any entrance on the ground level.
It all stays wistful thinking, though, as you are suddenly lifted off the ground by the scruff of your shirt. You were too shocked to react in any way, just observing as the scenery changed from the dark outside, to the well lit inside, but were quickly becoming pissed by the audacity of the bitch that dared to do that.
When Eclipse sat down, you were unceremoniously dumped on the seat next to him, which was in front of your parents. You don't quite like the fact he was keeping a finger on top of your hand, guy just loved to piss you off. You were about to rip it off his hand until your mother cleared her throat.
"Y/N, dear, we missed you during lunch and dinner. We searched all around town for you, where were you?" your mother tuts in your direction. You know she knows you know it's a lie. She knows where you had been, if the drastic change of clothes from your usual wardrobe wasn't enough, the time at which you came back was.
"Oh, you know," you shrug while blatantly trying to throw Eclipse's finger off of you and miserably failing, "dealing with people here and there, doing business as usual." You also know she knows you're lying, you don't do business at your shop, only through letters or meetings on other places. (Why the hell did the fucker pressed down on you? Was he trying to kill you? You'd rip him apart first. Also, was it getting hotter or was it just you?)
"Well, child, your dinner is still at the kitchen, but before that, we have a matter to discuss with you, involving your, ah... friend." This time, it was your father that spoke, and all the effort you had put into ignoring the giant besides you was thrown out the window, as you whipped around to face him. You really wished to slap that smug grin off his face.
Facing your parents again, they continue to speak before you could even demand to know what was happening. By the speed in which they do, they know it is something you will be displeased with... or Eclipse was making them nervous. He had that effect on people.
"Look darling," started your mother. That didn't bode well for you; if she was the one leading, it meant that you didn't have a say in whatever deal she made regarding you, and she only 'asked' you as to not lose public face, "dear Eclipse here approached your father and I about quite the serious matter; he once again asked for your hand in marriage. We accepted." You would have laughed if you hadn't understood the seriousness of that statement.
You? Marry Eclipse? What a joke!... Except it wasn't a joke and you didn't have a say in it.
"We denied him the first time around as you were still young," you barely register the words coming out of her mouth as she handed you the contract. You would love to rip it to shreds, but you know it wouldn't change anything; your parents always made triples of any important document, it'd only make your parents punish you. You just keep looking at your mother as your father picks up where she left, "but now that you are of age, you must have a husband, and who better than Eclipse!"
Literally anyone else.
"Look, sweetie, we know it is an abrupt change for you, but it is for the best. Eclipse will be a good husband to you, he can provide for you, and he can protect you." But what about you? You can defend yourself just fine, they know it. What about your liberty, your independence? Does it mean nothing? Do YOU mean nothing but a way to secure wealth, a legacy?
"The wedding will take place next week, a little early, we know, but the sooner, the better. The day after tomorrow, we shall go to the church for you two to start practicing, then the next day, you will go to the boutique and..."
You stopped listening; you refuse to keep listening. Bullshit. That's what it was, a big load of bullshit. They knew you didn't have to marry anyone yet, much less Eclipse.
They knew you hated him, and he hated you; a marriage like this was bound to have an ugly end. Yet, as your mother continued to drone while your father just nodded along, and Eclipse kept patting your head (was the fucker petting you?!), you just... sat there. Not saying anything, not reacting. You just listened, and continued to think, and the loudest thought was the most alluring.
You had to find a way to fuck up your wedding.
The next day ended as soon as it started, and now you stood in front of the church besides Eclipse.
Perhaps, instead of mopping around your room, scheming ways to stop the wedding, you should have mentally prepared for this moment. No matter, you will do what was asked of you.
Get it done, hope that it's enough, then leave, preferably forever. However, there was still one thing you could still try, and you refused to let the small speck of hope die before you do it.
Walking away towards your mother, you don't miss the way Eclipse's eyes narrowed at your figure, nor the way his hands slightly shifted. Creep hadn't stopped watching you since he arrived to your home to take you both to the church; you were pretty sure he was trying to suffocate you with how hard he was clutching you to his chest as he walked.
Tapping your mother on her shoulder, you wait for her to turn towards you before asking the one thing that might be able to at least postpone the rehearsal of your vows.
"I apologize for interrupting you, mother, but I'm afraid that the rehearsal will have to wait." Your statement was hard to say as you try to hide a hopeful smile, though it immediately dissipated as you say the cold judgement in her eyes.
"Will it now? May I ask why?" The cold tone was hard to ignore and so was your slight flinch, yet you willed on, "Because, I had no time to write any vows, and it would be more than impolite to improvise in such important situation. Her light laughter had your stomach dropping. To anyone else, it would sound like a carefree laugh, but you know your mother, and that laugh wasn't joyous. It was cruel.
"Oh dear, don't worry about that. We knew you'd had much to process with such exciting news," the threat on her voice was impossible to miss as she handed you a paper, and you quickly decided to remain quiet for the duration of the rehearsal, "so your father and I prepared your vows for you." If she saw your twitching eye, she didn't comment on it.
Defeated, you make your way towards Eclipse, were a priest was now standing in front of a small table, where a candle and a small cushion with two rings, ready to commence the rehearsal. You take a quick view of the vows, just to instantly grimace as you read the driest, most generic thing lines you've ever seen.
"'I, Y/N L/N, take thee, Eclipse, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, till death us depart, according to God's holy ordinance.' What the hell is this?" You mumble as you lift your face from the paper. At least it matched with your feelings for Eclipse.
The priest was slightly trembling as he gave you both rings, you note as he explains what will be done. The pit on your stomach grows and your hands begin to sweat; the situation you were stuck at finally catching up with you. You were worried your consciousness would fail you at any given moment and leave you vulnerable.
There were much too many people now. Why were you here, again? (Just pay attention to the priest, do what he says) Too many people watching you. Why were the here? (You feel something cover your whole back) The priest tells you to step up towards the table. You do so without hearing the rest of what he says. (How far did he say to walk?) You bump the table and and the candle falls.
Why was the table on fire? The people were screaming. Why? (They were screaming at you, stupid. You lit the table on fire) Walls were closing in on you. (How? You are outside) You don't even think anymore.
You run. Doesn't matter where.
You bolt, ignoring the shouts of people behind you telling you something. Why were they still shouting? You keep running, the church becoming smaller in the distance. You begin to hear your thoughts again. Then the ground begins to shake. Panic sets in again, worse than before. What was making the ground shake? Why- why were you still running? (RUN HIDE DON'T LET THE BIG MAN CATCH YOU) You listen.
Where to hide? No place big enough for you. The big man (NOT A MAN MACHINE) was still following you, you felt every time the ground shook, but you didn't see it, which you really hoped meant it didn't see you either. (HIDEY-HIDE HIDE AWAY)
Where? You turn, but nothing is enough. The shaking is getting worse, it's getting– there! A small bridge above a small stream, that will have to do. You hope it will be enough as you run there. You slip a little trying to get down, but manage to regain your balance and stick to the stone as much as possible with the ground shaking beneath you every second.
Soon enough, said shaking stops, and you hear the machine (ECLIPSE BEWARE OF HIM) rumble something then stop. You try to calm your breathing, but it's hard to do so when just a few seconds ago there was too much noise, and now there is absolute silence.
Then you see -and feel- his hand land right besides the bridge, then the points of the spikes that resemble his sun rays as he lowers his head. (DON'T SCREAM DON'T SCREAM DON'T SCREAM)
Somehow, you don't.
Before he lowers his head enough to see you, though, there is a commotion that has his immediate attention. It's noisy enough that it has him standing up and walking towards it.
Meanwhile, you stay still, watching as small debris and dirt fell down from the top of your hiding spot. You wait until you can't feel his steps anymore and cautiously peek out. You don't see anything, so you slowly step out all the way to the top of the bridge. There, you see back into town, then turn and see the forest.
The decision is an easy pick. Taking off again, you don't stop for a while. You watch as trees pass by and are left behind; the path that was made by the carriages is no longer visible.
You keep running until you are well and truly lost. Then, and just then, do you slow down and walk around. You had never been this deep in the forest before. Something about this place brought faint images that aren't really visible, just blurry colors and familiar sensations. Perhaps... perhaps you shouldn't have come to this place. You look around, taking in the view, until you complete the turn and there was now a burnt down building a few feet away.
That- that wasn't there before. You wouldn't call yourself the sanest person, but you knew there wasn't anything that wasn't trees before. This was looking more like one of the horror novels you enjoyed to read, the ones were the person entered the mysterious house then died a gruesome death.
...
Yeah, not the sanest person.
The entrance had a massive door, and it opened suspiciously easy when you turned the knob.
As you entered, you noticed that it still smelt of smoke, though it wasn't enough to bother you. The roof was partially collapsed, so the sunlight was enough to illuminate the foyer. Though you wished to explore, you couldn't ignore your screaming legs asking for a rest, so you searched for a clear space, and sat down.
All at once, the remaining adrenaline stopped, and left you feeling weak. The reality of what you had done finally hit you, and a heavy pressure was dropped on your shoulder.
Not only had you made a complete fool of yourself, your mother would kill you, if Eclipse didn't reach you first.
Another feeling that accompanied the pressure, was anger.
Not only did your parents shoved you in a marriage you didn't want, but they couldn't even have the decency to let you write your own vows! That pissed you off, really REALLY pissed. you. off.
"Bet I could have improvised better vows during the rehearsal." You bitterly say as you once again stood up. You finally open your hand and look at the rings on it. What could go wrong? What did you have to lose?
You put on the ring that was destined to you, and delicately hold the other one up, then softly speak.
"On this day blessed by the Lord, I belong to my dearest, and my dearest belongs to me. We shall learn in our ups and downs, we shall strengthen our love together, and we shall grow inseparable. When the bad day comes, we shall not feel it, for our love will be stronger; when death comes for us, it will not be enough to keep us from each other. On this day blessed by the Lord, my dearest and I are one today and forever." As you finish your speech, you put the ring on a stick near you.
The small, sincere smile you wore, was slowly replaced by a frown, and your previously dry eyes were steadily filling with tears. You tear your ring from your finger, holding it tightly, before putting it on another stick. You would have thrown it away, but you know your punishment would be worse when you return home.
Sitting back down, you don't notice the way the stick move, nor the way the debris made way for something. It isn't until you feel two things fall on your shoulders, then two voices that sounded as if they'd come from hell, that you reevaluate your life choices.
"Ō̴͕͉̈́̊n̷̡̫̩̐̆̑̏ ̸̜̈́̀̆t̵̢̡͑̒ḧ̴̨͔̬͍́í̵͓͎̼̜s̴̞̮̺̻̓ ̸̝̀̔̅ď̶̛̻̫̐̔a̷̧͈͌̈́ỳ̵̜̽ ̶͓̙͓͍̆̔̕b̴̜̰̱̭̽͘͠l̸̛̟͜ě̶̤̫͜s̴̘̉͘s̵̤̝̿͑̋̄e̸͈̞̤͝d̶̲̹͖̯͐̒ ̶͉̠͓̹͊̈́͐̚b̴̡͓͓̻̾̈́̂̆y̵͕̦̽͗͆ ̷͎͌͂ṱ̶̯͗h̴̤̔̏́ȅ̸̻͓͔̲͆͛͝ ̴̡̢͔̯̓̆͐L̵̻̫̐͐̕ǫ̷̇̋ṛ̴͚͈͋̈́͜d̴͎̕,̵͉̦̈ ̶̢̪̱̃̉̄͗I̴̛̬̞̐ ̷̩̥̏̑b̸̘̲̥̼̃͌́̈ȅ̴̛͕̙̗ļ̵͘ỏ̷͍̅̾͆ņ̴͕̙̾g̶͕̝͍̓̀ ̷̣̤̠̓̅̿ͅt̵̺̩͔̪̓̿͛o̸̪͉͖̖̒̈́̿̚ ̴̞͐̕ḿ̵̳͠y̶̝͚̒͂̆̿ ̵̛̮d̷͕̙̙̈̿̓è̴̜̲͌a̸̬͓̱͍͌̀r̵̤̒͋̽͘e̷͎̦͊̂s̴̡̛̄̋̿ẗ̵̖͑,̴̨̩͍͂̃̚͝ͅ ̵̨̟̞͆̑á̶̲͎̠ͅn̴̼̅̓d̵̦͂̽̈́͝ ̶̤̇͛͋̃m̷̢̠̚͜ỷ̵̻̻ ̵͔̞̙͐̕d̶̟̅̃̈́e̴̢̖̖͐ã̸͍̞̗̈ŕ̸̲̝̜e̶̳̐̓͜͝s̸̠̬̥͍͑̀̒͠ṭ̵̡͉̗͆͊ ̸̠͓͐̒͋b̵̨̬̱̦̉̓̈͑ê̷͇̭̋͗̚l̴͚̟̅̓o̴̹̟͔͐ͅn̸̨̧̟̒̒͂̕g̵̻̘̓͘͜s̵̞͖̊ ̷̲̮̖̐̅̆ț̷̯̯̀̉̍o̶̜̼͇͆ ̶͈̗̱͗͑͊̒m̶͍̼̼̥̋͑͆ê̴̪̮̩̙͠.̶̻̑̽ ̷̙͂́͛͝W̵̱̲̃̈͘e̶̦̍̈ ̴̠̠͗̕s̴͖͈̀h̷͍̒ȧ̶̭͖͗̆l̶̘̇̀l̴̺̹̱͆̿ ̶̩̜́͋͛͝l̵͙̽̀̎ė̵̺̝̈͐ā̸̳͍͈͔̽̈ṙ̸͔ń̶͍̭̺̈ ̸͙̼̱̦͆̕ì̴̧̞͉̖̍̈͘n̶͈͝ ̶̘̼̈́ͅo̷͈̗͗͝ú̶͎͉̫̚ͅŕ̵̨̻̯̟̇͠ ̵̯͚́̎̄͝ṷ̴̇p̶͖̤͔͔͆̽͐̕s̵̝̫̟̘͊̈́ ̶̘̞̤̬̈̋̈́a̶̧̋͂̄͒n̸̨̹͚̑̌ḑ̶̢͙͓͘ ̵̛̜̇̃d̴͎̹̦̮̂o̴̼̦̔͜ẅ̸̝̣͒n̶̮̤̤̱̒s̷̠̼͛͆͆,̶͈̑̂͒̕ ̵͓̹̹͔͊ẃ̷̻̮͕̣̂̂e̵̡̩̟͝ ̸̨̡̻͍̇̎s̶̪̗̬͇͆̕͠͝h̷̟̔̊͝ͅȧ̵̧̯̲̝̎l̶̩̩̣͈̓̀̉l̸̥̘̗͋̔ ̴̲̤̯̌͐s̴̲͒͊͠ţ̸̛̖̳̠́͌͗r̷̨͌͠ę̸̯̋̈n̵̨̫͆̂̎͘g̴̘͓͖̝̓͛t̴̡͇͙̓̿͑͘ḧ̸̖̝̼́́e̵̟͆͆̾n̷̙̯͂͒̚ ̸͚̹̩̄͆͌o̸̠̤̍͐̾͌ŭ̶͙͚̭͙͝ŕ̶̙͔́͆̆ ̵̍̎̕ͅl̵̖͍̯͎̊ö̷͙̘͖̦́̔͊͠v̸̠̹̿ę̷͍̉ ̶̖̤̒̚͝t̴̖̑̅͐̚o̸͉̝̮̻͝ğ̶̨e̴̗̍̋̈́t̶̹͎̔͠h̵̙͓͊̽̇̑ê̶̠̫͜r̶̤̘̜̾,̷̺̾͋̀ͅ ̸͈̎͂̐̂a̷̱̙̼̣̓ṅ̷̛̻ḏ̸̼͍̣͛̑ ̶̯̽w̸͉̿̈e̶̳̙͚͒̈́̔̕ ̴̠̱́s̸̲̳̪̈ḩ̸̢̕ā̷̔͗̽͜l̴̨̨͕̺̉̒͗l̸̈̇ͅ ̸͚̹̞̚ǵ̷͔͈̘̪ř̸͖̦̝͙͋õ̷̙̉̈w̴̟̿͛͂ ̶̩̉̽i̵͎̙̣͍̿n̶͕͂ś̵͍̱̎ẻ̶̳p̶͉̗̣̦͆͋̇à̸͈͍r̸̜̙̰̒á̵̼̳͘b̴̧̪͊̍͂͝l̷̨̛͇͊́̈́ë̸̮͙̞́̍͋͠.̵̡̙̹̟͝ ̴̰̮͂́̈́̋W̶̦͓̗̬̿ḥ̵̡̜͇̓ẽ̵̙̗͙͙͂n̵̨̗̲̈́͛ ̸̗͉̱͚̍ţ̶̮̍h̷̨͙̖̏̇̀e̷̢͓̔͑́͊ ̶̮̒͝͠b̶̧̽a̵̱̪̣̓͝d̷̦̟̻̺͂̐ ̷̢̧̺̿͜d̵̹͗̍ͅa̵̧̙͍̎̑̔ỷ̵̦̟̩͆ ̵͕̀́̾c̵̨͍͍͐̋͝ͅo̶̤̞̒͂m̸͖̃ẻ̸̡͝ş̵̠̤̮̌͌,̴̗̲̪͘ ̸̢̮̯̲̔̎̃͝ẃ̷͔̟̓̾͠e̴̳̊̀͋͝ ̴̊͜s̶̬̬͙̎̿̂͝ͅh̷͇̭̱̤̊ằ̶̡̄͑l̵̝̦͚͐̔̓̏l̷̙̆͘ ̵̫̹͆̓͜͝n̵̮̽̃o̷͈͓͆͑̈́t̶̟̤̼͖̃̐̊͋ ̵͖̼̇̍f̵̤̏͂̋͘e̸̳̒͝͝ẹ̴̜͋͝l̴̻͖̙̗̐͋̋̚ ̵̗̪̽̏͠ị̷͚̩̒̄̕ͅt̷̺̼͋̂̉͠,̶̘̲̳̔̉͊̋ ̶̼̺͑̄̒f̶̜̐́̂́ò̵̜̤̗̯́̽͠ṛ̷̲̊ ̸̟̒̎̚o̶̦͒̉̑u̶͎͙̤͈̇͆r̷̦͈̩̆͝ ̷̼̃̽̐͘͜l̷̢̨̬͓̀ỏ̷̧̹͒͋̿v̶̭̦̿́͘͝e̸̘̺͋̄̎͝ ̸̘̻̼̆̾̇w̴͓̆i̵̲̐̋̚ḽ̵͎̌l̴̪̥̱̼̃̈́̉͗ ̷͇̰̪̮̅̑̌b̵̗̪͉̈̔̊͝e̶̢̼̯͙͆̿͆̕ ̸͇̰͙̩̍s̷̹̙͝ẗ̸̪̼̪̾̈́͛ŗ̵̛͉̺̉ò̴̯̺̅̓͘n̶̡̳̺̖̚g̵̛͎̯̣̽̒ͅe̶̞̞̓r̶̳̹͛;̴̮̺͛ ̷̭̝̬͔͘̚w̵̘͚̆̋͠ȟ̶̗̥͚̿̾̚e̴̗̼̦͎̓̈́́n̸̗͕̣͌̋̂̎ ̷̠͋͒̄d̸̟͇̿͒̕e̷̢̫̱̓͋̋͝à̴̲͍̗̱t̶̫͓̄h̴̘͙̺̫̅̄ ̵̠̤͒c̴̹͚̿ǫ̶͎̈̽̽m̶̨̥͐̕é̴̖̮͓s̸̯͎̩̋͊͋͠ ̷̮̰̏́͝f̴͙̔̀̾ọ̵̢̠̍͑̅r̶͇͍̺͙͒ ̸͎͛̍́u̸͍̒ș̸̯̯̺̄,̴͚͙̆̐ ̷̧̩̾̅į̸̣̫̀̂t̵͓͉̞̍̈́ ̵̦̳́w̴̠̞̏͒i̷̡̛͉͈̍l̶̯̦͂́l̶͓̝̗̆̀ ̵̧̜̻̩̏ǹ̴̲̼̥̖ò̵̰́̈̑t̴̡͕̋͂̓͝ ̴̡̮̣͒̒͛͠b̷͚͒̀͆ĕ̶͉̻͓͔͊̅͠ ̷̛̙̼̳̃͆ẽ̸̬̎n̶̺̣̬͔̿͌̋̿ò̷̢̏͠ů̴̼̏̇ǧ̵͈̠͆͆͊h̵̝̽ ̷̣̯͔̞̿͋̓̃t̵͕͚͒ò̶͇̬̂ ̴̛̙̖̝̘̓k̴͈̘̼̄ḙ̷̟̼̦̊͗̚e̵̟͆̈ṕ̷̨͔̆͘ ̵̜̱̲̂̔ū̵̞͙̠͓̚s̴͖͐̔̓ ̴̜͚̠̆̃̊f̵͙̗͌̚ȑ̴̮͈̠͝o̵̪̝̰̖͊̌͘͝m̷̜̩͐ ̸̨͇̠̎ę̵͋̚ã̸̛̹͉̍ć̵͉̜h̴̲͓̖́̽̔ ̶͔̋́̈́ö̶͉́́͝t̴̨̡͚̘́̈ḣ̵̺̣̤̊͆̈́ę̷͖̻́̀͛r̷̞̤̆̎.̵͓̀͘ ̸̨̬̰̽͊Ỏ̸̲n̸͍̈́̑̀̓ ̴͔̩̇̎ẗ̴̡̛̖̞́͆̂h̵̢̬͒ị̶̻͓͔́̕͝s̵͍̦̘̹͆̈́ ̷̩̙̜̫̓͘͠d̵͍̾̂̀̕ā̴̛̼̙̬̺̅y̴̮̗̖͍͌͌̐͝ ̶̤̱͚͂̂̕ͅb̶̖̃̑̓̔l̸̩̈́̍͘ẹ̶̮̗̩̄̀͒̚ś̴̢̤͎̊͘͝s̸̞̯̤̃͛͊̐è̶͓͚̘d̵̹̰͉̓͊͆ ̷̮͖̦̩͘b̶̡̤̤̝̾͐̾̂ÿ̸̟͎́ ̵͈̟̂̀̚t̷͕̭͗͊̉ͅḣ̷̝̎̐ȩ̵̼̣̓ ̷̨̭̝̙̇̊͗̚L̷̢̻̜͚͂ò̴̙͈̪̼̂r̷̡̬͊͘ͅd̴͈̹̾͑̉͠,̷̟̩̱̐ ̸̥͖͌͌̓̕m̵͔͔̣̈́̈y̴̦͑ ̴̬̫̭̒̓͗̚d̷̻̋̂̇e̴͍̜̖̤͆a̸̦̖̱͈̽̍̉r̵̤͔̯̜̋e̶̛͚̠̬̼͛s̶̯͉̪͇̊ẗ̵̡͔͔́̎̎ ̶̢̛̯͉̗̿̚ā̸̟͌̄n̴͎̈́̿ḏ̸͈͚̿͐̍̄ ̷̧͖͂ͅİ̷̖̇̎̀ ̵̡̢̧͙̄͋͑a̶͚̖̿ŕ̸̛̪̖͈̇è̵͚̖͚͆͂ ̵̧̱͙̼͐o̷͈̿ń̶̫̟̀͝e̴͓̮̱͋̂͘ ̴̢̰̊̽̄͘ţ̸̜̙̀́o̴̦̫̎̀̂͂d̶͖͎̻͇̑a̵̱͍̲̿̃̊y̴̱̝͉͊̚ ̴̯̠̆͝ͅä̵̢́̈́͘̚n̵͖̖͎͙͐̊ḑ̸͈̍̊ ̴̢͈͐̄͂̋f̷̣̫̬̆o̴͉̮̤̿̿r̷͕̩̩͉͒͗e̷̤̱̼͙͂̒͌̈́v̵̭̘͉̟̋̒̿ê̶̬̣͚̠r̸̯͎̫̅̊̒̈́.̷̨͎͐̀"
Maybe... you shouldn't have entered the burnt down house that magically appeared on a forest.