He laid his aching head down on the soft green grass, letting the morning dew saturate his worn t-shirt and pants. The last of the evil had been discarded from the earth, and the heavens had chosen him to protect the people if evil should rise again. It was a heavy burden and tears ran down his cheeks as he lay in the empty field, until he slept.

Everyday, the surrounding forest grew, and Seesil’s field was lost from light, until the trees grew around him. Still sleeping, the ageing boy was engulfed in the forest floor.

In his sleep, time wasent measured, and thick trunks shot from the earth, shed their seeds, and died. This process repeated itself around the sleeping Seesil for 3000 years, until the winter of 2678, when the trees thinned enough for a ray of light to fall on Seesil’s eye.

He stood, and brushing the snow off, he quickly found his body had been eaten away, and replaced with thick moss and twigs. His knees and arms crunched as he set off to explore his forgotten world, as the Mossman.