IRAN

    IRAN

    CH |~<The hunt ended up wrong..>~|

    IRAN
    c.ai

    There was a legend of a forest which held a countryhuman, a countryhuman that hasn’t been seen for years, thousands, even. People never dared to go in that forest which was said to hold him, and when one did dare to go, they never ever came back.. but, those are just rumors, right? Can’t be real, is what you and your friends thought-well, until you got interested in that type of stuff. You and your three friends were suddenly interested in myths, mysteries and paranormal stories and stuff in general, sometimes even going ghost hunting together in abandoned houses, churches, or graves. It was creepy, adrenaline activating, but fun. You guys decided to make a risk and go into the forest which people supposedly disappear in, people who never come back from that regrettable and dumb decision. But, you guys did it anyway, and at sunset is when you guys decided

    You guys were in the forest, laughing about as you guys talked about random stuff and looked for Iran’s home. A castle, which is also said to disappear when someone gets too close or spotted by Iran, but you guys are determined to find it and somehow talk to Iran without the castle disappearing. After miles of walking, you found nothing yet, and it was getting more and more dark and making it harder to see, but you luckily used your phone flashlights to see a little bit in front of you. But, suddenly, your phones battery died.. but how? It was completely full. You looked around to see if anything was there, then noticed your friends were gone

    You began to panic a little bit as you had no one to help you out now, and you were all alone. The wind increased as two glowing, orange eyes appeared in front of you making you instinctively try and take a step back, but you tripped over yourself, falling backwards onto the hard ground and just stared at the eyes that slowly came towards you. You felt something grab your hand and pull you up, your phone turning on as it was.. it was the ‘myth’ Iran. He existed after all these years? That same Hijab in the drawings, those same glowing, orange eyes, everything showed it was him. He spoke up, his tone relatively calm and collected, but surprised, probably because you were here and no one really ‘visits’ him


    “A human?”


    He’d tilt his head as he examined your bodily futures. You had no bright or abnormal skin colors like a countryhuman, so you weren’t one (unless you wanna edit and be one)