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Everyone loves Moominvalley. That is the most well known fact any resident could tell you. It’s a perfect place of serenity and there is something for everyone. Neighbors are never too close, so you don’t have to worry about being too loud or bothering anyone. The forest is bountiful and can provide for every living thing without hassle. There are beautiful mountains to climb if you feel prompted to. If you look hard enough, you can find the path to several refreshing hot springs. And, if it’s hot enough, you could take a short walk down to one of the many beaches that scour the coast. Truly the best home any could ask for. 

So, it is only fair that the children of our dear Moominvalley residents make the most of it. Namely, Moomintroll and friends who always have a taste for adventure. At this very moment, they’ve found themselves deep within the undergrowth, where the paths have long since grown tangled and generally unused. 

“While we’re out here,” Moomintroll said. “We should look out for any rare mushrooms or edible plants. Maybe Mama could make us something to eat with them later.” 

“What a great idea Moomin!” Snorkmaiden mused, stepping carefully over a particularly large fallen branch. Her feet sunk into the mud on the other side and she grimaced. “Though I hope we won’t be here for much longer. I don’t want to get burrs in my fur.”

“Don’t be prissy!” Little My scowled. “At least you don’t have to try and work your way around all this shit at my height! One of you let me sit on your shoulders!” 

Moomin sighed and stooped down so she could clamber onto his shoulders. He winced as she pulled his fur and he felt muddy boots scrape against his back. “For the record,” He grumbled, “If you kick me I’m going to put you back down.”

“Yeah yeah, just shut up and keep going.” She paused to look around, much more content with her current view. Though, as they kept going further and further in that direction, the undergrowth became thicker. More and more brambles littered the ground to scrape uncomfortably against their skin and fur. “What are we looking for anyway?”

“Nothing in particular.” Moomin replied, he pushed back a branch so Little My wouldn’t be hit by it. “We’ve just never gone this deep before, I wondered if there’d be some secret place hidden from everyone.”

Sniff looked up from the ground where he was searching for cool items. “Do you think if we found a hidden wonder we could make people pay to see it. Oh! Just imagine the money we could make!” 

Snorkmaiden shook her head. “But Sniff, that would ruin the entire point! It’s not a ‘hidden wonder’ if everyone knows about it!”

“Oh… you’re right…” He hummed softly to himself, thinking. “That really is quite the setback…” 

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to just have a place all to ourselves, anyway?” The maiden inquired, stepping out of the way of a particularly sharp patch of brambles. “We could do so many things in secret.” She eyed Moomin, snickering as he blushed. “It’d be so romantic.”

Little My groaned softly, burying her face in the scruff of Moomintroll’s neck. “You two are absolutely disgusting. Please get a room.”

“A room with just the two of us?” She sighed dreamily, winking over at her boyfriend. “I wish.” 

The Mymble groaned once more and kicked Moomin. He winced and opened his mouth to threaten her, but was cut off by what she said next. 

“What’s that over there?” Little My pointed at a tattered looking shed. At least, she thought it was a shed. It didn’t seem to have a door. 

They crawled through the ever thickening woods, grimacing as sharp stickers ripped at their fur. It was becoming harder and harder to keep moving forward. It was almost impossible to reach the shed. The vines and brambles just seemed to grow with every step they took. At one point Moomin swore something literally wrapped itself around his paw. They stopped, mere feet from the shed, unable to move further as the roughage did everything it could to keep them from getting closer. 

“What is happening!?” Little My hissed, slapping away a vine that reached out to grab her. “This isn’t the Witch’s magic is it!?” 

“I’m not sure.” Moomintroll responded. He tried a desperate step forward, something sharp sinking deep into his paw pad as it touched the ground. He howled in pain and fell back, the undergrowth instantly retreating. The path was clear, no sign of the brambles that had wrapped around them before. 

The Moomin looked down at his foot, curious to find that there was no sign of a wound. The pain itself had fled too. He frowned and looked over at Little My, who had somehow managed to stay on his shoulder. “That was…odd.”

Snorkmaiden bent down to him, a worried look on her face. “Are you okay Moomin? What did you yell for?” 

“I thought I stepped on something,” He said. “But it looks like it was nothing.” 

“It’s got to be some sort of magic.” Little My muttered, looking out at the forest warily. “We all felt those creepy vines, didn’t we? They didn’t just disappear randomly. There’s gotta be some explanation.” She glanced back over at the shed. “For now we should just see what’s over there. There is no way you idiots just dragged me out here for nothing.” 

“You’re the one who tagged along.” Moomintroll muttered, taking Snorkmaiden’s paw. She helped him up and they continued on their merry way. 

Whatever magic that had held them before was gone now, all that was left was an open clearing covered in colorful flowers. It was rather beautiful and it held Snorkmaiden’s attention long enough for everyone to just move on without her. What Little My had classified as a shed before was not, in fact, a shed. However, it seemed to be some sort of shrine. A single candle sat on a pedestal, not a drop of wax had dripped down its frame. It seemed to be lit recently. 

“Well, it looks like this isn’t so secret after all.” Moomin mumbled, feeling the crumbling stone with a gentle paw. “It is very old though, a shame it wasn’t taken care of. It could probably look rather cool if someone fixed it up.” 

“Then why don’t you do it?” Little My asked snarkily, kicking over a wooden panel that rested against its side. “I’m bored and if all your little journey became of was a stupid shrine then, I’m just going to destroy it and you can pick up the pieces or something.” 

“Little My!” Snorkmaiden called from afar. Her snout was screwed up into a disapproving frown. “It is very rude for you to destroy something that someone else likes. Who knows, it may be some sort of relic from the past and Moomin might find that charming.” 

She stuck her tongue out and kicked the shrine once more. It wobbled dangerously. “Who cares, the past is stupid anyway. The only person who actually wants this thing up lit that candle, and it’s so damn rickety it could fall over with a simple breeze. I’m doing everyone a favor by knocking it down now. 

Little My pulled her leg back to perform one final kick that would surely destroy the entire thing, when a gentle voice came from the forest behind them.

“You are aware that it is terribly rude of you to mess with something that isn’t yours, correct?”

The group looked back to find a man wearing lots of green standing in the undergrowth. He took a small step forward and tipped his hat to them. His eyes were cool and focused. Moomintroll shivered. When he spoke his voice was smooth and pleasant to the ears. 

“I would appreciate it if you did not destroy my shrine. As your friend mentioned before–” He motioned to Snorkmaiden “–It is a relic of the past that I am quite fond of.” 

Little My frowned and glanced up at Moomin. The troll glared down at her in warning. It was all the more reason for her to kick it down. So, she ignored the pleading look on the stranger's face and knocked the shrine over in one fell swoop. 

It fell to the grass with a crash, the candle completely swamped by the stone that fell around it. All was quiet for a moment as the dust settled. Little My smirked and Moomin seethed. 

“Little My!” He hissed at her, anger growing at the smug look she had on her face. “You knew that wasn’t yours! Clearly that poor man had been keeping it up the best he could! What is wrong with you?!” Moomin looked back over to where the stranger stood. He did a double take. Their visitor had disappeared. 

The tiny Mymble glared up at him. “What’s wrong with me!? What’s wrong with you!? That weirdo doesn’t care one bit about this piece of junk! Why else would he have just left when I kicked it down!” She crossed her arms and looked over to where Sniff and Snorkmaiden just stood there awkwardly. “Tell me I’m wrong, I dare you.” 

Moomintroll met Snorkmaiden’s eyes pleadingly. She only shook her head with a small sigh. “As much as I hate to admit it, Little My has a point. He left so quickly that I can only get the impression it wasn’t really that important to him.” 

Moomin scoffedand kicked at the grass in frustration. He eyed the shattered shrine with pity. Maybe it was nothing more than an old and broken shadow of what it used to be. That didn’t mean it was worthless. It must count for something that the man in green attempted to stop them. Hell, it might be that he was so distraught he could do nothing but run. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to clear his mind. 

“Well,” The troll muttered, moving to pick up a somewhat intact brick. “I don’t care what you all think. I’m going to try my paw at putting this back together. If you don’t want to help me then I think it’s best for the three of you to return home. It will be dark soon and MoominMama will be worried if she doesn’t know where we are.” 

“Fine!” Little My scoffed, turning back towards the woods. “Let’s go.”

Sniff turned to follow her with little more than a wave. It wasn’t surprising considering he only tagged along with the promise of finding some sort of treasure. Moomin wished that he didn’t have such a shallow outlook on adventure, but that was just the way he was. However, he did not expect Snorkmaiden to abandon him as well. The pitying glance she shot him as she jogged to catch up with the other traitors was nothing short of depressing. All the same, the troll continued on.

Moomin carefully pulled out all the usable bricks and stacked them up off to the side. They looked ancient, it was a wonder that the shrine hadn’t collapsed ages ago. He also pulled out any reasonable looking planks. Most were rotted and covered in fungi. He wiped his paws in the grass once he was done with it all. 

The most peculiar thing he found was the candle, still burning against the dirt. The flame wasn’t dampened at all by its current position. In fact, the fire shone brightly, licking uselessly at the ground. Moomintroll carefully held a paw up to the flame. It was a mere tickle against his paws. 

He grabbed the candle and hastily examined it. It looked like a normal candle; wick and wax wasn’t unusual in any way. Clearly there was something magic about it though. No regular candle is harmless when it burns. Whether it was the work of the Witch or not is a different story. Moomin thought back to the stranger. Could he have been the one to light the candle? 

Rather than fully entertaining that thought, Moomintroll continued on with his repairs until it was nearly nightfall. He had done his best to fix up what he could. His stone work was a bit crooked and the mud he had used to hold it all in place would only last temporarily. There also wasn’t anything holding up the roof. Moomin could only hope it would last the night so he could work on it fully tomorrow. After all, building isn’t the easiest thing to do without tools.

Moomintroll wiped his muddy paws against his fur, frowning as it stained the white a dirty brown. He’d have to find time for a bath before he heads to bed. He carefully walked the path he’d used to get there, looking out for any brambles he could trip over. For whatever reason it seemed that they had all but vanished. Moomin thought back to the magic that had occured before and chalked it all up to circumstance. Moominvalley had always been a home for the unnatural. He supposed that hadn’t changed, even now. 

As the woods grew darker he began to worry that he wouldn’t be able to make it home. Moomin had stayed the night in the forest a few times before, but it was a bit different when you weren’t well equipped. Soon enough, he could hardly see a few feet in front of him. Still, he was only mildly worried. Once the moon came out it would be easier to see. A howl broke through the silence. Suddenly, he had become much more concerned. 

Then… he tripped over a root and fell flat on his snout. A rustling noise came from his left and he froze, not daring to open his eyes. When the sound finally faded and he had worked up the courage to look around, he was met with another peculiar occurrence. A line of fireflies danced in his vision. They seemed to lead him down some sort of path. He couldn’t quite tell whether it was safe or not, but at this point what is there to lose? 

So, he carefully followed the fireflies. All the while, he hoped and prayed that there was no way these fireflies were some sort of wicked magic sent to kill him. Why anyone would want him dead, he didn’t know, but given the situation it seemed like a fair concern. 

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, a light peeked through the trees. Moomintroll practically screamed in relief as he crawled through the undergrowth and out into the open. He was just as ecstatic to find that it was his home in the distance that was making the light. He could barely make out MoominMama and Papa sitting on the porch. 

He raced through the field and up the hills, high on the drug that was relief. He’d return to the shrine tomorrow, but for now… he was home. 

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    The next morning, Moomintroll was up earlier than anybody in the household. He rose before the sun had even gone over the peaks of lonely mountains, the remnants of moonshine still falling over the freshly cut grass around their deck. It was then that he gathered planks from their basement. He was extra quiet to ensure that nobody heard him. The last thing he needed was Little My sticking her nose where it shouldn’t be. 

    He stacked all of his supplies on his sled and carefully towed it through the woods. Unlike yesterday the plants and trees seemed to avoid his path. Moomin didn’t even see a single bramble on his way to the shrine. He still wasn’t entirely used to this whole ‘magic’ thing, but he hadn’t much of a reason to dislike it seeing as it was making his life easier now. The act of violence from yesterday was forgiven. 

    Around halfway to his destination, Moomintroll noticed animals beginning to follow him. It started with a pair of bunnies that stayed a good distance behind him. Then a few squirrels joined them. Then a trio of stray cats. He started to worry when a fox accompanied the fleet. Thankfully, they left him alone when he finally reached the shrine. Moomin could still feel their eyes watching him from the shadows. 

    But, now that he had finally made it there, it was time to work. He pulled out all the tools he needed(Hammers, nails, glue, etc.) and worked on really securing the roof. There was the slightest bit of crumbling that must’ve happened through the night, but the candle was still burning and the building was still somewhat intact. 

Speaking of the candle, the wax hadn’t melted at all. Which, if Moomin’s calculations were correct, shouldn’t be that way. Which brought up the even bigger question of how it was still burning. He supposed that the stranger could have lit it, but if so there should still be at least a little molten wax. He thought back to the magic before and just chalked it up to that. He figured it was better to just let some things go. 

Hours passed and the sun rose, rays of light breaking through the leafy canopy above him. The forest was truly beautiful in the mornings and the smell of dew was always pleasant. Moomin took a few moments to enjoy the scenery before heading back to work. 

It was around midday when he finally finished. 

Naturally, rebuilding the shrine so that it was, arguably, better than before had taken quite some time. By the end, the animals that had merely been watching him had crawled closer. The fox sat at the edge of the treeline, boredly licking its paws. The bunnies had curled up next to it, surprisingly exempt from its options as a morning snack. 

When Moomintroll sunk the last nail into the wood in front of him, he grinned and took a step back. It wasn’t too shabby, if he were to say so himself. In fact, it was actually pretty good. He was proud. So, after sitting down for a little bit and catching his breath, he put back his tools and prepared to take his leave. Or, he would’ve if a familiar voice hadn’t caught his attention. 

“You did a wonderful job.” 

Moomin whipped his head around to find the stranger, still clad in his green coat, gazing down at the shrine. He was perched in a nearby tree. He looked comfortable enough to have been sitting there the entire time. Moomin blushed. 

“I’m glad you like it…” He murmured, flexing his claws in a nervous habit. “How long have you been sitting there, exactly?”

The stranger waved a dismissive hand. “Not long, I assure you. Though I was a bit surprised you came back. I worried that I’d have to fix it up myself. I am not so good at craftsmanship, you see.” 

“I felt bad just leaving it like this. Especially when it was Little My who knocked it down in the first place.”

“How kind of you.”

He stared at Moomin for a moment, eyes glittering with something akin to amusement. “My name is Snufkin, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Moomintroll, the pleasure is all mine.”

The man– Snufkin – hopped down from the tree and readjusted his hat. It covered most of his face and casted a mysterious looking shadow when the sun hit it at just the right angle. Not only that, he was tall, quite a bit taller than Moomin actually. The troll almost felt intimidated. He had to break the silence.

“How long have you been in Moominvalley?” Moomintroll asked, swallowing whatever absurd nervousness that had plagued him. “I haven’t seen you around up until yesterday.”

“A while, believe it or not. I am quite good at hiding when I do not wish to be seen.” 

“Oh.” Moomin frowned. “Where do you live? Is your house around here?”

“A tent,” Snufkin corrected. “And no.”

Moomintroll swallowed, tail flicking restlessly from side to side. Something about Snufkin just seemed so… cool. He lived in a tent, which definitely meant he was some sort of adventurer(Moomin prided himself on being an expert on that sort of thing). He was also tall and mysterious, which was another inherently cool thing about anyone. It just so happens that, paired with the mischievous look in his eyes that Moomin was definitely not infatuated with, made Snufkin look a level of suave that was frankly unfair. It was equally unfair that he felt such a way about someone he just met. 

He shook his head free of the thought and focused on the present. “Well, if you wanted to stop by MoominMama and Papa wouldn’t mind if you camped out near the river. We have a lot of visitors so we’re used to that kinda thing. You could also come for pancakes as well! MoominMama makes the best pancakes…” Moomintroll trailed off, realizing that he’d been rambling. The embarrassment wore off once he realized that Snufkin’s mouth was turned up in an amused smile. 

“Maybe I will.” He responded, tipping his hat down in what looked like acknowledgement. “However, I must be going. There is something I have to tend to. It was wonderful seeing you Moomintroll, may we meet again soon.” 

“Yeah!” Moomin called, watching as the green coated man walked deeper into the forest. “I could bring my friends here and you could meet them too!” 

He received no response but that didn’t deter him. It was good enough that Snufkin might visit them at home. Moomintroll would still bring his gang to the finished shrine(mainly because he wanted to show off) and the green-clad man might show up to greet everyone. Either way it was worth the trip and he could tell them about the magic candle. Speaking of magic, he should also ask his parents about it. They might have some insight into yesterday’s events. 

On that note, Moomintroll decided to head home so he could spend the rest of the evening with his friends. Not only that, he was absolutely starving and everyone was probably worried about him. Serves them right for leaving him all alone in the first place. He wanted to hold a grudge, but it truly wasn’t like him to do such a thing. It was probably enough that he’d left without saying anything that morning. 

The walk was long, as expected, but there were no hiccups. Like before the forest seemed to accommodate for his sled and tools. He also had a few leftover planks, lucky him! When he met the lip of the woods, he found all of his friends sitting on the bridge looking somewhat forlorn. Moomintroll grinned and walked a little faster. Little My was the first to notice him. 

“Where were you all morning!” She yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. “We were worried sick.” She noticed the sled filled with tools and scowled. “Don’t tell me you went to fix up that stupid fucking shrine! We told you that guy didn’t care about it!”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Moomin beamed. “He came to thank me! His name is Snufkin and he lives in a tent somewhere in the forest! Isn’t that cool?” 

“Cool?” Little My scoffed. “He sounds like some sort of hobo! That’s not cool at all!” 

Snorkmaiden looked down at the Mymble with a scolding expression. “You know better than to talk about people like that! What if he just prefers to sleep in a tent? Or this Snufkin fellow might be a traveler.”

“Yeah! He looks like the traveler type to me! He was also super nice and said he might stop by the house sometime. Either way, I wanted to take you guys to see what the shrine looks like now that I’ve fixed it. It’s quite amazing, if I do say so myself.” 

“I don’t know…” Sniff muttered. “I could be spending time working on a way to make money. What’s in it for me?”

“For goodness sake!” Snorkmaiden sighed, rubbing her eyes. “You don’t know how dearly I missed you Moomin. You’re the only other sophisticated person here. I’d love to go see your shrine. Maybe we can make a date of it?”

“Oh ew!” Little My groaned. “Absolutely not, I’m coming with just to prevent you from doing disgusting stuff like that!” 

“Can’t you just keep your nose out of everyone’s business for once!?”

“Nope! Maybe if you two stopped acting so gross I wouldn’t have to!” 

“We are not gross! You just haven’t found your love yet.”

“And I never will!”

Moomintroll gave the pair of them a fond look before slipping past Sniff and heading back up to the house. He still had to put his supplies away and eat something. Neither of the girls had noticed his absence until he had finished cleaning up and was going inside to eat some of Mama’s pancakes. It then became some sort of race to get inside first. Little My won by a hair. 

    “MoominMama?” Moomintroll asked, adding a frankly unhealthy amount of syrup to his pancakes.

    “Yes, dear?” She responded, making more of her delicious flapjacks for Snorkmaiden and Little My. 

      “Do you know anything about magic?”

    “Why do you ask?”

    “Well…” Moomin started, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. “We stumbled upon this weird shrine in the forest. A bunch of brambles and vines attacked us until they eventually just vanished. After that I found a magic candle.”

    Mama hummed. “That seems like quite the predicament. You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt. Magic can be very dangerous when used incorrectly and you should avoid it if possible.” She handed a plate of pancakes to Little My and began working on Snorkmaiden’s. “What is this you said about a shrine?” 

    “We found this old rickety shrine in the woods.” Little My muttered, picking at her food. “It was trashy and disgusting so I kicked it over. But Moomin was too stupid to let it go and got up this morning to go fix it.” 

    MoominMama’s eyebrows furrowed and she gave them the most genuine look of distress they’d seen in a long time. She wrung her paws in her apron and took a deep breath. “Little My, you should never break anything in a shrine, let alone the shrine itself. Do you hear me?”

    “It was just some old thing–”

    “ Never , Little My, even if it looks old and unused.” 

    “But–”

    “Do you know what shrines are?” Mama asked, handing Snorkmaiden her plate of pancakes and sitting down next to them. They all shook their heads. “Shrines are home to spirits, particularly spirits of land and health. They guard our home and make sure anything in it is safe. Breaking things and disrespecting the spirit can have unimaginably terrible consequences. Little My, at this very moment you could be cursed.” She looked very worried. “All of you could be cursed.”

“Oh dear…” Snorkmaiden whimpered. “I don’t want to be cursed! I’m too young and far too beautiful!” 

“However,” She glanced over at Moomintroll. “It was very good of you to stay and fix the shrine. That is one step in the right direction. You may be able to convince our Moominvalley spirit to forgive you by giving them gifts. You three should each offer something important to the shrine tomorrow. If you are forgiven, the spirit should give us a sign of some sort.” 

Moomintroll swallowed heavily, losing his appetite for good. He hoped that it truly was a good thing that he’d rebuilt the shrine. He thought about Sniff who had gone home and had no idea of any impending danger. They’d have to tell him first thing in the morning when they left for the shrine.

Now he had to think about exactly what to offer. What did he find important, but wasn’t too attached to to give away. It seemed that Little My and Snorkmaiden were both struggling to come up with something as well. They both had faces that looked lost in thought, minds racing in hopes that it wasn’t already too late. 

MoominMama seemed to notice their plight and thought of something helpful: “If I recall correctly, offering food to shrines can work if you don’t have an item you’re willing to part with. There are jars of jellies in the basement, if you can’t come up with anything you can take those in the morning. However, I strongly urge you to find something important to give away. The spirit may not deem food good enough.”

Moomin nodded and stood up from the table. “I’m going upstairs to look for something. Little My, Snorkmaiden, you should do the same. We’ll meet in the morning as soon as the sun rises to compare gifts. We also have to tell Sniff because he might be cursed too.” He nuzzled Snorkmaiden’s cheek softly and rushed up the stairs, missing the blush that spread across her cheeks. 

For now, Moomin had a mission. He was going to find the best gift he could to give to the spirit of the shrine. He had to. He wasn’t sure what exactly it meant to be cursed(all he really knew was that it definitely didn’t sound good), but he’d be damned if it happened on account of Little My. This was the last time he was going to get dragged into one of her silly little mistakes. 

He spent all that evening searching for the perfect item. When he finally found it, the sun had long since gone down. Moomintroll looked down at his perfect sacrifice and grinned. There truly was nothing better. He slept easy knowing that there was no chance of a curse affecting him now.

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The next day everyone gathered at the Moomin house with their respective gifts. Well, aside from Sniff but they just told him he could borrow some of the jam in the basement. Moomintroll figured it would be fine since he didn’t play a huge role in knocking down the shrine. It was barely sunrise when they headed off. 

    Like before, the journey was easy. The plants seemed to know what they were coming for, subtly keeping out of their way. There was an odd feeling to the forest though, as if it was wary of them. Moomin told himself it was all in his head, but he could tell that all of his friends were tense too. Which is why they jumped upon hearing a sound in the distance. 

    Moomintroll thought it was a bird at first. The noise was light and pleasant, certainly not something that would be scary. But, after hearing about curses and all sorts of terrifying magic, it felt like an omen. They decided to walk a little faster. Then when the sound grew louder they began to run. The tune came closer and closer until they were full sprinting down the path, nearly hysterical with fear. Soon after, Moomintroll ran face first into Snufkin. 

    They smacked together in a tangle of limbs and hit the ground hard enough to properly wind both of them. Stars filled Moomintroll’s vision as he opened his eyes and desperately tried to get a grip on what had happened. Snufkin sat below him looking just as disoriented. They met eyes and Snufkin smiled. 

    “Good Morning Moomintroll,” Snufkin greeted, sounding rather winded. “What brings you to this forest this morning?”

    Moomin gasped and quickly helped his friend up. “I’m so sorry! We heard this weird sound and thought that it was a curse coming to get us! Are you okay?” 

    “Weird sound?” He asked, grabbing his hat from off the ground and looking around for something else. 

    “It sounded like a song,” Sniff said from behind Moomin. “We thought it was birds at first, but they wouldn’t have enough talent to sound like that.”

    Snufkin grinned as he found what he was searching for. “Could it be that you heard my harmonica?” He played a tune that sounded exactly like the one they’d heard before. Suddenly the group felt a little stupid. Snufkin figured their silence was an answer in itself and asked another question. “What is it you said about a curse?”

    Little My was the one who responded this time. “MoominMama told us that we might be cursed since we kicked down that trashy shrine of yours. She said that the ‘spirit of Moominvalley’ or whatever was going to come after us. So, now we’ve brought gifts.” She grimaced. “I think it’s all bullshit, of course, but I figured it’s better to be safe than sorry.” 

    Snufkin shook his head, a small smile on his face. “You’re not cursed, I assure you. The shrine is for the spirit of the valley, but he does not hold grudges. You don’t have to part with any of your items.” 

    “How do you know?” Little My asked, skeptical of his words. “You don’t practice magic do you?”

“No.”

“Then how can we believe you?”

Snufkin crossed his arms and stared down at the Little Mymble. “You don’t have to believe me. Leave your things at the shrine if you so choose, that is none of my business. I am merely providing you with a different option.” 

They stared at each other for a moment before Little My reluctantly turned away. She hates not having the last say, and promised herself that she’d get him back soon enough. After all, Moomintroll seemed to see him as a potential friend and he was always very convincing. 

“Well,” Snukin sighed, tipping his hat to the group. “I’ll be on my way. It was good to see you, even under the unfavorable circumstances.” He winked at Moomin and put his harmonica to his lips. His song faded into the distance as he grew further and further away. 

“He’s an… interesting fellow.” Snorkmaiden mused, following Moomintroll down the path. “I understand how you like him though, he’s quite the gentleman. He didn’t even raise his voice when he argued with Little My. That alone is quite the challenge.”

“Hey!” Little My yelled, punching Snorkmaiden in the shin. She hardly flinched, only looking down at the Mymble with an amused expression. “I’m not that hard to get along with. I just don’t like him. He acts like he knows more than we do and it’s weird.” 

“He probably does, Little My.” Moomintroll rationalized. “Snufkin is a traveler, he’s probably seen a lot more than we have. I’m not surprised that he’s met the spirit of the valley.” 

“Ahh Moominvalley’s very own protector.” Snorkmaiden said dreamily. “The thought is just so romantic. To have a person to always look out for you and your home. He’s like a knight in shining armor. I hope we meet him soon.” She looked over at Moomin, who was sporting a conflicted look. She held her paw in his. “Of course, nobody could be more brave than you.” 

“Disgusting.” Little My grimaced. 

“Do you think the spirit could show us where hidden treasure is?” Sniff asked with a sly smile. “We could make so much money!”

“Is that all you think about?” Moomintroll scoffed. 

“Why yes, there isn’t anything better than coins.” 

“Sure.”

They came upon the shrine about thirty minutes later. The candle was still lit and the structure had successfully stayed together. Moomin felt incredibly proud as all of his friends complimented his work. Even Little My, who seldom says anything positive, had a good thing to say about it. 

Each of the members in their group pulled out their offering. Sniff set his down first, bowing slightly and announcing what exactly he was giving. Snorkmaiden followed in suit, pulling out a beautiful shell bracelet. Moomin recognized it as a gift she received from the Snork. He remembered how she pranced around for days with it on. Looking at it now, Moomin could tell that it had outgrown her. Now it’s only role was to provide nostalgia. It was a good gift.

Little My presented hers next. It was a hair clip she’s kept from one of her many siblings. She never wore it, since she never put her hair down, but it was very important to her all the same. Unlike the others, she did not bow after placing it. Snorkmaiden chuckled at this, having expected that her pride would get in the way of her apology. Though, she did mumble a small ‘sorry’ as she took her place next to everyone. 

Moomintroll felt no fear in being last, as his gift was quite amazing. He sat the ship in a bottle next to the other offerings and heard the rest of them gasp. It had been his favorite relic MoominPapa had ever shown him. Eventually, it ended up in his possession and he cherished it for years. Now, it felt like the only suitable thing to give. He would miss it, but sacrifices must be made. 

He bowed to the shrine and pulled back to the group, grinning at them. They returned the favor tenfold and looked over at the magic candle. 

“Is that it then?” Snorkmaiden asked softly. “I’m not sure what else we’d do but this still seems a little lacking, don’t you think?”

They all nodded, and Little My spoke up. 

“Don’t you usually pray at shrines?” She asked, arms crossed defensively. “Not that I want to pray to this made up god or whatever, but I’d do it if you all lead it.”

Moomintroll nodded and gently sat down on his knees. The others copied his movements and closed their eyes. He took a deep breath and thought of what to say. It was weird, praying. It wasn’t really an action he’d considered before, but it felt right in this scenario. Plus, it might be the thing they needed to gain the forgiveness of the spirit. He thought back to what Snufkin said earlier. Well, that is, if they needed to be forgiven at all. 

“Dear Spirit of Moominvalley.” Moomintroll paused for a moment, organizing his thoughts. A gentle breeze broke through the trees and he suddenly felt heard. “We would like to formally apologize for breaking your shrine. As you can see we repaired it, but we wanted to offer a little bit extra to make things even. The gifts we’ve given to you are our most prized possessions. We hope that you will treat them well and not curse us. Thank you for protecting us and our home.” 

Moomin opened his eyes as a stronger gust of wind twirled around them. Leaves flew up in a circle, flowers from the fields joining them. The flowers wove into crowns right before their eyes and set themselves on each of their heads. When the breeze died down, the friends looked at each other with pure delight. They had definitely been forgiven, there was no doubt about that.

That afternoon they played in the fields, light as a feather. Any stress that had placed itself on their shoulders had completely dissipated. They felt invincible. MoominMama was equally releaved to find that none of them were cursed. Though, she still suggested that they were careful if they messed with the forest. Some transgressions might be harder to forgive than others. 

Moomin slept easy that night and dreamt of magic and flower crowns.

    Well, to be completely honest, Moomin slept well for only half the night. At around what had to be 2 to 3 in the morning, he was awoken by a breeze and the squeak of his window opening. 

Being the trusting creature that he is, Moomintroll didn’t think much of it. He figured his window had opened in the night and it hadn’t been too cold as of late, so he didn’t bother closing it. He only truly felt something was off when he heard a soft shuffling. It was quiet, only heard becaused Moomins were gifted with particularly good hearing, but it was still there. He carefully shifted in bed.

Like his ears, his eyes were also a bit more advanced than other species. So he was able to make out a dark silhouette. They weren’t facing him, so he was unsure of whether he knew the person or not. They wore what looked like a cloak and had some sort of scarf wrapped around their neck. It was at this moment that Moomintroll thought that he might just know this person. 

He opened his mouth and the individual turned to face him. 

He was right. It was Snufkin . Snufkin hadn’t seemed to notice that Moomintroll was sitting up in bed, nor that he was awake at all. In fact, whatever he was doing seemed to be completely done. He walked on silent footsteps towards the window, opening it further to let in more of the breeze. 

As he crawled onto the windowsill, Moomin noticed that Snufkin didn’t seem like he was going to crawl down the ladder. He was poised as if he was going to jump. It didn’t seem that unnatural until the troll remembered just how tall his house was. There was no way anyone he knew could survive a jump that high. The wind picked up, now billowing almost uncomfortably fast. Snufkin tensed in what Moomin recognized as the moment before leaping. 

He panicked and shot up from his bed. The action made enough noise to fully draw Snufkin’s attention. It was also enough to shock him into falling out the window. Moomin gasped and rushed to the sill, hoping that it wasn’t too late to catch him. He leaned out the window, but there was nothing. Snufkin had completely disappeared. He looked up at the full moon, completely confused. 

The rest of the night went by in a flash as Moomin just sat there, lost in what had to be an existential crisis. 

Before he knew it, the sun had risen over the tree tops and blanketed the land in sweet light. He felt a little sleep deprived but was much less confused than before. He’d thought through a little bit of what he was going to do. First he wanted to speak to Little My, hoping that she would provide a little bit of clarity to this entire situation. His mind was still reeling from the events as a whole and there was no use in trying to make sense of this alone. 

The house was quiet, not unusually so given the time of day, but it still felt somewhat unnerving. He walked through the hall, listening for any sounds down below. There was nothing, it seemed that everyone was still asleep. Moomintoll made his way to Little My’s room. He knocked on the door at the exact same time it was opened. 

“What do you want?” She yawned. “It better be good for you to be bothering me this early.”

“Didn’t you get up on your own?”

“Of course not!” Little My crossed her arms and glared up at him. “I heard your loud paws against the floor. You probably woke up the whole house.” 

“Sorry.”

“Yeah you better be, now come in and tell me what your problem is.” 

They sat on her bed, Moomin a tad bit too big. The end almost sunk under his weight but Little My seemed unbothered. She merely waved a hand and waited for him to start talking. 

“So,” Moomintroll took a deep breath and organized his thoughts. “I’m pretty sure that Snufkin broke into my room last night.”

“That’s weird…” She trailed off and frowned. “Do you think he was being a creep and spying on you?”

“No! Definitely not. It looked like he was trying to do something. He wasn’t facing me at all, he was just staring at the wall.”

Little My scoffed. “Nobody breaks into a room just to stare at a wall. He had to have been doing something. Did you check to see what he was looking at?”

“No…”

She shook her head at his response and got off the bed. “Well let’s go look then.” 

They walked quietly over to his room, careful not to wake MoominMama and Papa up. Moomintroll appreciated the fact that Little My was being serious about this. He half expected her to laugh at him and call him delusional. Maybe it wasn’t so far-fetched that someone would break into his room after all the things that had happened over the last few days. Either way, he was grateful. 

“What wall was he staring at?” She asked, looking around. Nothing seemed out of place in her eyes. She couldn’t be entirely certain since she doesn’t go in his room very often, but Little My figured she would be able to tell if something major had been stolen. 

Moomintroll pointed at the wall. This one in particular had more shelves than any other. It held all of his knick knacks and things he’s collected over the years. He was rather proud of what he had. “It doesn’t look like anything is missing. Maybe he was just admiring it?”

“I don’t think so.” She scrutinized. Her eyes caught on something that shouldn’t be there and she hummed. “You don’t happen to have two bottle ships do you?” 

“No, why?”

“Because it seems that Snufkin the creep was actually just returning your gift to the shrine.”

Moomin looked at the bottle and his eyes widened in surprise. That was quite the catch from Little My. He mentally thanked himself for involving her in the first place. “Do you think I was the only one who received my gift back?”

“I don’t know, maybe I should look for mine then.”

They walked back to her room and looked around. Then she found her clip, right in the drawer where she usually kept it. 

“Well I guess that’s one mystery solved.” Little My grinned. “I bet Snorkmaiden and Sniff got their gifts back too.” 

“Why would Snufkin give the offerings back in the first place? They really didn’t have anything to do with him.” Moomin questioned, he was truly puzzled by the entire occurrence. 

“Well, he did tell us that the Moominvalley spirit didn’t need any gifts. Maybe he’s like a messenger for the guy, or something like that. We’ll just have to ask him.”

Moomin frowned. “There might be a slight problem with that.” 

“What?”

“When he went to leave through the window…” Moomin paused, the mere thought that he could’ve caused someone’s death sickening to him. “I kinda startled him… and he fell out the window.”

“What!?” Little My yelled, in a mix of anger and disbelief. “Was he okay!?”

“I’m not sure… I went to look down and he was gone. He completely disappeared.” 

Little My sighed. “I’m assuming he’s not dead then, he must’ve been magicked away or whatever. We’re gonna have to try and find him at the very least. Then you can apologize for scaring his sorry ass out the window.” 

“Alright then!” Moomintroll grinned, suddenly fired up. They were going to get answers today. “Operation: Find Snufkin is a go!”

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Little My and Moomin decided to split up for their search mission. Little my said she wanted to go ahead and check to see if Sniff and Snorkmaiden had received their gifts back. The answer could potentially change their perspective on what exactly Snufkin’s or the Moominvalley spirit’s goal was. Moomintroll was tasked with finding out where Snufkin was and talking with him. 

    So, here Moomin was, wandering through the woods that didn’t seem as inviting as before. He just knew this had something to do with Snufkin. The spirit had to have been protecting him. He trusted the forest though, he knew it wouldn’t hurt him. It didn’t before, even when they broke the shrine. 

    He made his way to the shrine, figuring that it was as good a place as any to check first. There was no guarantee that he was going to be there, of course. Moomintroll hoped he was, seeing as he had no idea where to go next if he wasn’t. He wondered if the forest would lead him in circles until Snufkin wanted to be found. He figured it wouldn’t once he heard a familiar tune. 

    The forest grew lighter as the sound drew closer, and soon enough Moomin saw the clearing leading to the shrine Snufkin sat at the base of it, the flame of the candle shining brightly and waving in tune to the song. Animals surrounded them, merely enjoying the peace. Predator and prey living in harmony until the song was over. It was magic, it had to be. Which meant that he lied about using it. 

    Rather than interrupt the time of union, Moomintroll sat down to a herd of rabbits and listened. The music washed over him like a wave, relaxing every muscle in his body. He felt any anger he had before melt off of him. He wondered idly if this was what the animals felt. If any fear and hunger washed away in favor of consonance. 

    When the song finished, he felt his feelings return to him slowly. The wave had receded, but it didn’t feel overwhelming. The lingering effects of the magic were enough to keep them all satiated for another two minutes before the animals remembered their place on the food chain and skittered away. He noticed that the prey were the ones to snap out of it first, giving them enough time to properly escape from the predators. Moomin thought it was smart. 

    Snufkin wasn’t surprised to see Moomin after the animals had left. It was almost as if he was expecting this. He should , Moomin thought, he knew I saw him last night. He must’ve known I’d come after him. They locked eyes and Snufkin stood up, only to take a seat next to him. 

    “What brings you to the shrine?” Snufkin asked, looking straight ahead. “I thought you’d taken care of everything you needed yesterday?” 

    “You know why.” Moomintroll responded. 

    “I’m afraid I don’t, please elaborate.”

    He turned to face the green-clad man, frustrated. “Don’t pretend like nothing happened! Why did you return our offerings? We don’t want to be cursed, you know!” 

    “I did not return your offerings.” Snufkin responded, looking him in the eyes. He was calm, like he had nothing to hide. Moomintroll’s frustration faltered. “I don’t know what you saw, but it was not me.” 

    “Then who…?”

    “Sometimes the spirit of the valley borrows. He has strange powers, maybe he thought that you wouldn’t react badly if it was me you saw.” They stared at each other for a moment, Moomin lost entirely in thought. “I assure you, I am not so rude as to break into someone’s house without at least knocking.” 

    As weird as it sounded, it made sense. Moomintroll was still struggling with the fact that whoever was there had just vanished. Snufkin was probably right. He also knew a lot more about the valley’s spirit than anyone Moomin knew, so there was no reason not to take it as the truth. He nodded to himself. 

    “I’m sorry for accusing you, but I’m glad this was cleared up.”

    “I feel the same. Though, I don’t mind being used as a way for you all to get your belongings back.” Snufkin smiled softly. “I told you the spirit wasn’t one for gifts.” 

    Moomintroll chuckled. “I guess you were right, maybe next time we can just offer some food to eat. He can’t give that back even if he wanted to.”

    “I suppose you’re right.”

    They were silent for a few moments, listening to the pleasant chirping of the birds. Then another question came to the forefront of Moomin’s mind. He debated asking, but figured that Snufkin had been rather open so far. Worst case scenario he could just refuse to answer. 

    “How do you know so much about the Moominvalley spirit anyway?” 

    Snufkin seemed to think for a moment, but his face was covered by his hat so Moomin couldn’t tell for sure. When he finally spoke it was calculated and his tone was tight. “I am a traveler and I meet many people along my journeys. He is one of them. There are spirits in every land, you know.” 

    “Really?”

    “Of course, they are very important to the environment. They bring life with them wherever they go.”

    Moomin looked up at the sky through the trees. “Where do they come from?”

    There was another pause before he spoke, though this one seemed different from before. As if Snufkin was struggling to explain rather than thinking about it. “They’re souls, to put it simply. People who truly love nature and wish to enjoy it in its entirety.” 

    “That sounds wonderful.”

    “Sort of.” Snufkin hummed. “Though there is always a great sadness to them.” 

    “How so?”

    “Well, they have to die to become one with nature. Then they are given a tie to this world, usually something that was important to them in their former life. After that they become immortal until their environment is destroyed.” 

    Moomintroll frowned. “So, the spirit of Moominvalley is dead?”

    “Yes.” 

    “How did he die?”

    “An avalanche of some sort, or so I imagine. He never told me directly, but you can see it on his body. He was torn apart by something far more destructive than any animal.” 

    “Oh.”

    Moomin was silent after that. He couldn’t imagine dying, or he didn’t want to imagine dying. He did love nature, but not nearly enough to give up your life in whatever was next just to stay and protect it. His heart ached for the spirit and he felt a bit like crying. Then he felt a hand on his paw and a calmness spread from there. He looked over at Snufkin, who was smiling brightly at him.

    “Do not mourn for him.” Snufkin said firmly. “He is happy, can you not tell with the state of the land? Everything is as it should be.” 

    “How can that be?” Moomintroll argued, sadness clogging up his throat. “All of his friends and family? Wouldn’t he miss them?”

    Snufkin sighed and it sounded defeated. “Moomintroll, you don’t understand. To love nature enough to be a spirit you must be free from ties like family and friends. You must want nothing more than to be alone. Nature must be your first priority.”

    “How though? When there are people around you that love and cherish you? How could you put plants before that?”

    Snufkin gripped his paw tightly. “There is no family to speak of, Moomintroll. He had nobody, nobody but nature. You can’t feel bad about losing a life that never felt like it belonged to you.”

    “That’s so… sad.” Moomin choked, wiping unshed tears from his eyes. He resented how emotional he was being right now, but he couldn’t help it.

    “Maybe to you, but to him… he is happy the way he is. That is all that matters you silly Moomin.” He offered his friend a comforting smile and brought a hand up to wipe the tears from his eyes. “But, I am certain he appreciates your thoughtfulness. That is why he returned your gifts after all.” 

    Then Moomintroll completely broke down into tears. He sobbed for what the spirit couldn’t have and for what he never had to begin with. A lonely existence through and through. He promised that for as long as he stayed in Moominvalley he would cherish his unseen friend. That he would be the loved one they never had. That, even if it was for a short time, he would prove that there was more to life than just nature. He may not have felt better after crying his eyes out, but it was nice to feel Snufkin’s gentle hands work their way through his fur until it was all over.

    When Moomintroll finally left the forest it was nearly sundown and he was alone. Snufkin had been kind enough to walk him all the way to the treeline, but was unable to go any further due to something urgent he had to take care of. Moomin was fine with this, seeing as he had spent nearly the entire day with him. Even as they were walking back, he could see something was bothering Snufkin. Like there was something itching at the back of his mind. 

    Little My was waiting for him. It looked like she’d been there for a long time, sitting patiently on the front porch. Sniff and Snorkmaiden were locked in some sort of heated conversation next to her. Moomintroll figured she’d be happy to get out of that mess without some kind of headache. 

    “Okay, quit your bickering!” Little My snapped, pointing at Moomin as he walked up the path. “The Marshmallow is back and I’m tired of listening to you idiots.”

    “I am not a marshmallow,” Moomin muttered, a hint of amusement showing through in his tone. “However I am a genius who got a lot of information from Snufkin. So, you’re welcome.”

    “Ooo, do tell oh wise Moominmallow.” 

    “Be quiet please.” Moomintroll scowled, taking a seat across from the three of them. Snorkmaiden snickered quietly. “So, it wasn’t Snufkin who broke into our houses, that was all a ruse by the spirit of the valley.”

    “Not to question your validity…” Snorkmaiden murmured sweetly. “But how can you be sure that Snufkin is telling the truth?”

    “What reason would he have to lie?”

    “Uh, I don’t know… maybe to get away with breaking and entering?” Little My deadpanned. “He could be lying for other reasons as well.”

    “Like what?” Moomintroll demanded, crossing his arms defensively. 

    “Maybe to play a trick on you.” 

    “Or to steal your money!”
    “There is the off chance he’s trying to steal you from me Moomin,” Snorkmaiden added, sounding a little unnerved at her own idea. They all gave her skeptical looks and she turned red. “Hey! It could be true, don’t you see how close he’s getting to him! They’re already quite good friends and they’ve only known each other for three days!”

    Moomintroll scoffed at that. “I doubt it, he wouldn’t be interested in me anyway.”

    “You know…” Little My murmured thoughtfully. “Snorkmaiden might be right in a way…” A cacophony of voices arose at this statement, they were all a mix of disagreements and other theories. She held a small hand up to silence them. “No, just hear me out. Maybe he is trying to become Moominmallow’s friend to get something from him.”

    “Please stop calling me that…” Moomin hissed. 

    “I guess that could be the reason.” Snorkmaiden agreed. “I just don’t understand what Moomin would have to offer other than his love.”

    “Hold on!” Moomintroll interrupted, silence overtaking the group. “I get what you’re trying to say, but I believe Snufkin. I also have proof of why he’s innocent.”

    “And what’s that?” Little My inquired.

    “He doesn’t use magic, so there’s no way he’d be able to disappear after falling out the window.”

    The silence remained for a moment. Then another. Until everyone realized that Moomin had a point. It was completely impossible. 

    “Okay, so he doesn’t have any alternative motives,” Little My grumbled. “I still don’t like him.”

    “That’s perfectly valid,” Moomin responded. “Why don’t we try to learn more about him? If we become better friends than any suspicion we still have can either fade, or be true.”

    Everyone in the group was in agreement, even Little My who struggled with the thought. Something about Snufkin just seemed odd to her, maybe it was the way he talked or his flighty nature. She figured that if there was anything that became too unbearably suspicious about him she would question the guy herself. So, it was unanimous. 

    A choice to make a friend instead of an enemy. 

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Call it creepy, but Snufkin had known about the little group of kids that had trashed his shrine for a long time. Not because he was a stalker or something, that type of behavior was something he strongly disapproved of. He had just been around for a while, longer than anybody. He loved this valley and it was his home, just like everybody else. It just so happened that his love was a bit more than taking care of the plants outside his tent. 

He had always been a bit of a recluse, even before finding his place within Moominvalley. It wasn’t that people were bad, though some actually were. It was merely the thought of hanging around too many of them was all but suffocating. He could hardly stand it for too long. So, his resolution was to stay away and be known by as little creatures as possible. 

It was a little lonely at times, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The ache in his heart was filled by the animals. They loved him more than he could ever love himself. And far more than any person could, if given the chance. Snufkin found that the valley was his one true provider, and he swore to protect it for as long as he was able. Thus was the constitution of a spirit, after all. 

So, when these children were born and began playing in his forest, he let them be. There was truly no reason to get involved as long as they weren’t causing trouble. They never did, only playing silly little games and darting in and out of the trees. It was charming. Snufkin couldn’t help, but observe from time to time. What could he say? Their optimism was contagious.

As they grew older and became more troublesome, Snufkin started to watch them less and less. Real world problems became more relevant to them and their games began to diverge from their usual idyllic plays. When they started talking of wars and fighting, he stopped looking altogether. Violence was not his forte, it made him sick just thinking about it. 

The next time he saw them was when the Little Mymble completely trashed his shrine. Snufkin was completely confused and quite furious. He had to remove himself from the area entirely, lest he accidentally cause them harm. The valley acted on instinct to protect him, and was greatly influenced by his presence. Whether that be plants growing an inch extra everytime he whistled happily, or the entire forest growing dim and unwelcoming when he was upset.

When he had finally calmed himself enough to come back, only one was left: The Moomin. He was a very nice Moomin indeed, and he did a wonderful job rebuilding his shrine. It was much better than before and he couldn’t help but applaud the creature’s work. All was forgiven after that. 

Then they came back. This time with gifts. He had sensed their presence in the woods very early in the morning. It wasn’t completely unnatural, just somewhat surprising. He figured he’d be amicable and thank Moomintroll a second time for rebuilding his tether. But, for whatever reason the group was completely terrified. It was all this nonsense about a curse that didn’t even exist. Of course, as young people tend to do, they completely ignored his wisdom. Rude. 

Snufkin was quite unhappy when the end of the day came around. Between three gifts that he couldn’t use and a nice jar of jam that was completely destroyed by a hungry fox, there was nothing he could use. All of the offerings were quite sweet and he was very grateful that they apologized, but it was all meaningless to him. So, he returned them.

Two of the three were easy to deal with, a gentle breeze to open the window and then he could send the item floating in with a hint of magic. However, Moomintroll’s was a bit more complicated. 

The ship in the bottle was fragile, and would likely tousle and shatter if he used magic. So, Snufkin opted to bring it in himself. It went well enough for what was almost the entirety of the trip. Then Moomintroll woke up and startled him enough to fall completely off the window sill. Which wasn’t necessarily a problem considering he was going to jump in the first place. The problem lied in the fact that Moomin was not supposed to know he was there in the first place.

He hid in the forest for a while after that, hoping desperately that Moomintroll would just chalk it up to some sort of hallucination. Of course, that didn’t happen and he went to seek Snufkin out. Rather than hide like he usually would, Snufkin thought he’d be brave and talk it out. Tell the truth and be forgiven.

When he actually came face to face with Moomintroll, he completely panicked. He lied. Straight through his fucking teeth. It was a miracle he even managed to keep it up. Snufkin was lucky that the Moomin was so oblivious. He felt quite bad after that, but figured it was for the best anyway. 

Whatever happened after that must’ve been quite interesting. Especially since every one of the Moomin’s party would invite him to join their games. At first he refused, nervous at the mere thought of being around such a large group. They were persistent though, and he eventually gave in. 

Months passed and Snufkin had the most fun he’d had in ages. It was refreshing. They always understood when he needed his space and would leave him alone until Snufkin went to find them on his own. Moomintroll was the one who talked to him the most. He would ask to play a game, listen to a tune, or merely sit in silence as Snufkin fished. 

It was pure bliss. Then winter came. 

“Snufkin?” Moomintroll started, soaking his paws in the water. It had been cooling down for a while and now it was far too chilly to swim. “Did you know that Moomins hibernate?”

Snufkin hummed and lifted his hat off his face just enough to get a glance at Moomintroll’s expression. “No I did not, that is quite an interesting fact. I take it you will be participating in hibernation this winter?” 

“Unfortunately yes.” He sighed, splashing about in mock anger. “I don’t want to, but I just get so sleepy this time of year. We’ll be locking up the first snow.”

“Hmm, I suppose I should get packed up too.”

“What do you mean by that?”
“I have to leave the day of the first snow to do some traveling. It is part of my yearly routine.” 

“What!?” Moomintroll yelled, grabbing Snufkin’s hat and tossing it to the side. Looking him in the eye, Snufkin could clearly see the unbridled panic in his friend’s eyes. “Will you be there when I wake up!?”

Snufkin offered him a comforting smile. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t be. Unless I am caught up in a storm or something of the likes.” The troll still looked extremely distressed. “I assure you, when the first day of spring arrives I will be there to greet you.”

“Promise.” Moomin held out his pinky. 

Snufkin took it with a gentle smile. “I promise.”

Two days later it began to snow and it was time for Snufkin to leave. Moomintroll and friends were there to send him off. Most offered a friendly hug and a few treats for the road. Which he was very grateful for, he often had to ration up in the Lonely mountains when winter lasted too long.

The reason for his trip was simple. Aside from his general introvertedness, he also couldn’t stay because of his innate affect on the forest. The trees simply adored his presence enough that they would continue to grow as normal even though it was frigid. It would be incredibly concerning to the residents of the valley and it was better to avoid altogether. 

For the next two months he lived alone, simply admiring nature. He painted with the menial colors he’d collected and decorated the rock walls in beautiful graffiti. He had gotten a lot better at drawing in the years he’d been alive. It was now a favorable pastime of his when he wasn’t singing or coming up with songs. 

Then, when he noticed the first splashes of green begin to cover the valley, he made his way back. He had come up with a special song just for Moomintroll to make up for his absence. It was the sound of spring and would set the tone for the rest of the year. He had done this for a long time, but now it seemed far more purposeful. 

Rather than hide away in the forest, as Snufkin would usually do, he decided to change things up. Right on the lip of the forest he set up camp. Moomintroll could see him from his room if he wanted. He hoped that nobody would mind, though he doubted even if they did that they would say anything. The Moomins were notoriously kind and welcomed anyone who wanted to stay with them. 

It was a few days after the snow stopped. The forest welcomed Snufkin with open arms and he spent the hours taking long walks through the undergrowth. Snow melted as he walked past, giving way to fresh sprigs of grass. The rate it was growing was still relatively noticeable, but with the majority of the household asleep it wouldn’t matter. 

The third day of Snufkin’s return, Moomintroll poked his sleepy head out the window. He rubbed his eyes and took in the spring landscape. He gazed out at a tent he’d never seen before, confused. He sprinted down the stairs, still in his pajamas, when he realized who the figure standing next to it was. 

“Snufkin!” Moomintroll cried, throwing himself into his friend’s arms. He caught the troll, but only barely, and they went tumbling back into the wet grass. 

“Good morning, Moomintroll.” Snufkin grinned, feeling a bit of deja vu. “How was your hibernation?”

“It was quite boring, I slept through all of it.”

Snufkin chuckled at that and rested his head against the dirt. “I’d hate to ruin the moment, but you are crushing me.”

“Ah!” Moomin scrambled to get off of the green-clad man and helped him up. “Sorry!”

“It’s quite alright.” Snufkin readjusted his hat and placed a hand on Moomintroll’s fluffy shoulder. He had to physically stop himself from actually petting him. He had the consistency of a giant marshmallow and Snufkin couldn't help but find it rather adorable. “I’m glad to see you’re awake, though you’re three days late.”

“Really!? I swear we just keep sleeping longer and longer every year!”

“There’s no shame in doing what your body demands.”

“It’s still really annoying though!”

Snufkin smiled. “I don’t suppose anyone else is awake?”

“I’m not sure,” Moomin thought. “Usually the Snorks are up before us and they’ll come and let us know when winter’s over. That’s not the case this year, I guess. We can go and wake them up if you want, I’m sure it was boring being all by yourself for the last few months.”

“Not at all, it’s quite relaxing actually. There is plenty to see in nature if you look for it.”

“You really like plants.” Moomintroll snarked, pulling Snufkin into another hug. “I’m really glad you followed through with your promise, you know.”

Snufkin returned the embrace, the soft fur of Moomin’s nose tickling his face. He was soft and warm and everything comforting about Moominvalley. Suddenly, a wave of sadness washed over him and he hugged him tighter. 

“Are you alright, Snufkin?” 

“Yes, sorry.” Snufkin whispered, pulling away and rubbing a palm against his cheek. Moomintroll gave him a concerned look and gently grabbed his free hand. 

“If you need to talk, I am always here for you.”

He offered the troll a small smile and squeezed his paw. “I appreciate the sentiment.”

Their moment was broken by the sound of a boat horn. They both whipped their heads towards the beach to find a towering ship. It was absolutely enormous and looked like it could hold thousands of passengers. It was bustling with noise and chaos. Snufkin swallowed a knot in his throat, concern filling his features. This was not a good omen. 

It seems that growth wasn’t the only thing spring brought about this year.

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Everyone in the valley was awake. How could they not be with the sheer amount of noise that damn ship made. The residents of Moominvalley collected down at the docks, half of them still in pajamas. They were all curious about what exactly was occurring and who the captain of such a massive annoyance was. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait long before they found out.

From the moment they got off the boat, Snufkin knew what they were. A low growl formed in the bottom of his throat, purely animalistic and unlike anything he had made before. Moomintroll looked over at him with wide eyes, but his attention was drawn to the captain who seemed to be announcing something. 

“Hello creatures of this humble island! I am Captain Hemulen and I am here to offer you all a deal. 5 million dollars for all the unused land in Moominvalley!” Murmurs and concerned voices spread through the masses, they were still confused. “We would like to turn this wonderful area into a bustling city! It would benefit your economy greatly and give you the opportunity to put Moominvalley on the map! What do you say?”

Again, another wave of discontent fell over the residents. They muttered amongst each other, still unsure of exactly what to do. Then MoominMama spoke up, causing the other to fall silent. 

“Excuse me, Captain Hemulen, could you please give us some time to think about this?”

He nodded and motioned for his men to get back on his ship. Everyone quickly hurried over to the Moomin household to discuss their next courses of action. It was complete chaos for the next fifteen minutes, each creature prattling on about what they thought should be done. Most were nervous about the idea of selling the valley to some random Hemulen. However, there was the occasional creature who thought that it was a good opportunity to get rich(Sniff). 

It was MoominPapa who finally calmed the restless group and called to order. “Now, now,” He soothed, “I understand that there are mixed feelings about all of this. We need to hear both sides of the argument before we decide what shall be done. So, is there anybody who would like to share their perspective?”

Mr. Hemulen took a step forward. “I am against this idea! All of the fauna native to only Moominvalley will be lost in the renovations, I cannot stand for that!”

MoominPapa nodded. “Anybody on the opposite side.”

This time it was Snork who spoke up. “This would be an excellent opportunity to attract more inventors to grow our technological advancements. I, for one, would love to further my research on flying mechanisms.” 

“Good counter argument. Next?”

It went on like that for several hours, each resident getting to speak their mind. They were each able to see the pluses and minuses of allowing Moominvalley to turn into a city. More and more creatures began to turn in favor of the expansion. Moomintroll wasn’t certain of how to feel about this development. He thought it was an awfully big change to decide overnight. Next to him, Snufkin was stiff.  When he looked up at the man’s face, he noticed veiled rage. He shuddered at the thought of being on the receiving end of Snufkin’s glare. 

When it came Moomintroll’s turn to speak he was truly conflicted. “I understand why we’d want to make Moominvalley a city, but I also know that there are a lot of problems with it…” He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “I just don’t think we should come up with an answer right now.”

“Good point, son!” MoominPapa cheered. “Maybe we should all sleep on it and return to discussion tomorrow?”

Mutters of agreement spread through the group. Moomintroll looked outside to find that the moon had long since risen overhead. He was suddenly exhausted. He looked back at Snufkin to see him slip out the door. Moomin didn’t think twice before following.

The moon was bright above, shining down on the entirety of the field before them. The forest looked ominous at night, so did the boat looming in the distance. He stood next to Snufkin, whose face was deeply shadowed by the light overhead. Moomintroll could hardly read him. 

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, placing a paw on Snufkin’s shoulder. “I know how dearly you care for the valley, I’m sure this discussion frustrated you.”

A sigh and then he looked over, face wrought with pain. “I’ve seen people like this before Moomintroll. They arrive with the promise of riches and fame and leave a greater mess behind. If we allow them to tear down Moominvalley we will never get it back. You must understand that…” Snufkin pulled his hat down over his eyes. “I will not allow them to destroy anything. I will… stop them if it comes down to it.”

Moomin gripped his hand tightly, suddenly noticing just how thin Snufkin’s fingers were. His paws almost swallowed them whole. He grinned softly to himself. “You won’t have to do it alone.” They locked eyes. “I’ll be there to stop them with you.”

Snufkin gave him a small smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

The pair of them leaned on each other and looked out at the beauty before them. They stayed like that until both were falling asleep on their feet.

Like promised, nobody made a decision until the next morning. Neighbors from all parts of the valley were knocking on the Moomin house as soon as the sun rose. MoominMama and Papa welcomed them all with a smile, offering drinks and pancakes for breakfast. Soon enough, everyone had arrived and was ready to talk. Like before, MoominPapa ran the show. He called for anyone who was ready to speak to begin the conversation. 

This time, it was those who called for the renovation who were ready to argue. Not only that, but there was also far more than before. They spoke of riches, fame, technology, and pretty much anything one could dream of. The same thing the Hemulen promised. 

When less and less people began to fight for the integrity of the valley, Snufkin found himself fighting to contain the outburst of anger that was growing in his body. Moomintroll noticed this and laced his paw with Snufkin’s. A small comfort in the face of their biggest threat yet.

Sniff was actually the one who made the cup overflow, with a single sentence. “What’s the worst that could happen anyway, aren’t riches more important than some trees and rocks?”

Snufkin glared at Sniff so sharply it made him take a step back in fear. “Do you know nothing of the sheer destruction people like that Hemulen can cause?! He will demolish everything! You speak as if everything will stay the same as it is now! It won’t! Animals will be driven out of their home and the peace that you take for granted will disappear!” He took a deep breath to push down his frustration. “Moominvalley is not ours to give away.”

It seemed that his speech was enough to snap all of them out of their stupor and realize that they couldn’t possibly hand over their home like that. Moomintroll pressed himself into Snufkin’s side, doing his best to calm his friend down. Like last time, they found themselves outside. Taking a break from the chaos before them. 

“That was a very good speech.” Moomin praised. 

“It is merely the truth.”

“A very good truth then.”

Snufkin smiled softly. “We must only hope that Captain Hemulen takes no as an answer.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“You are so adorably naive, my dear Moomin. There are those who are willing to do anything to complete their goals, even if it means violence. There is no guarantee he will not attempt to force his way into our home.” He grinned down at his counterpart. “That is why we must protect Moominvalley at all costs, defeat would mean the end of our peace.”

“I’m sure nothing like that would happen!” Moomin huffed. “This Hemulen fellow seems like a good man.”

“Even those who are bad can act kindly at times, it is what makes them deceptive.”

“You’re quite a bit more paranoid than I thought, you know.”

“I would love to be wrong, but I must trust my gut. There is no greater fear of mine than to be caught off guard and become defenseless. I couldn’t bear to lose the valley; it is the best home I’ve ever known.”

“That makes two of us.”

Snufkin sighed softly and gazed out into the endless blue sky. “Promise me that you will do everything in your power to protect the valley, Moomin. I do not think I’ll be able to handle this alone if you don’t.”

Moomintoll held out his paw, a silent offering. When Snufkin gently placed his own hand on top, he smiled to himself. “I swear on my life.”

“Thank you, I will be forever in your debt.”

“After careful consideration,” MoominMama spoke, head held high and voice firm, “Captain Hemulen we will not be accepting your deal.” 

The masses yelled out in agreement, now united in their decision. Even those who had originally vied for the demolition now were firm in their resolution. There was not a person on the island willing to give up their home for money(even Sniff). 

Captain Hemulen frowned. “I must admit, this is the first time I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to expand. Are you all truly rejecting the fame and fortune that I can provide you?”

A loud ‘yes’ resounded from the crowd in front of him. His frown turned impossibly deeper, almost as if the grown Hemulen was pouting. Little My mocked his expression, causing her friends to chuckle slightly. It was almost as if he was a joke to them…

“Well then,” Captain Hemulen responded, “Might I ask one more question before I head out?”

There was a collective noise of agreement, and the creature grinned to himself. 

“Who exactly owns the unused land in Moominvalley?”

There was dead silence, not a single inhabitant able to answer the question. They each looked at each other, an unspoken question in the air. Who exactly did own Moominvalley? Just as the Hemulen opened his mouth once more, Snufkin interrupted him. 

“There is not a single soul on earth capable of owning a land as grand as this. It is self-serving and would never allow anyone to be its master. Now leave, before we make you.” The words were said with venom and had a powerful effect on those who heard it. The masses mumbled in agreement, suddenly invigorated once more. 

Captain Hemulen held his hands up, attempting to calm the rowdy crowd. He was still wearing a frustratingly coy smirk, even as those around him threatened forceful removal. “Now, now, could everyone please calm down. I just need a bit more clarification before I go.”

The grumbling died down just enough for everyone to hear him.

“So, if nobody owns the land around here, does that mean anybody is free to move in and do as they please?”

MoominMama spoke up this time. “We have never denied anyone entrance to the valley.”

“Is that so?” Captain Hemulen motioned for his crew to come down from the ship. “Then in that case, we’d like to live here. It’s such a charming place and all of the folks are so kind. Will you welcome us with open arms?”

Immediately the crowd broke out into a cacophony of disapproving voices. They had all seen through his insufferableness and knew of his ill intentions. Even Moomintroll’s hackles raised at the thought of him living there. MoominPapa leaned over to his wife and muttered something to her, but she shook her head. 

“Now, now.” She called to the mob, “Who are we to deny anyone a home? You are welcome to build a home here Captain.” A few more outraged cries rang out into the air, but they were immediately quieted by MoominPapa. “We will accept you with open arms, but it is up to you to gain the spirit of the valley’s trust.”

Those around her whispered to each other in confusion. Though Moomintroll and the others knew of their protector, it was not yet common knowledge that the valley was observed by something supernatural. 

“My son and his friends discovered a shrine deep within the woods. It is home to something that has been here far longer than you and I. So, if anyone was to own the land we live on, it would be them. If you can win their favor, you may stay.”

Captain Hemulen gave her a skeptical sort of look, not quite believing that there were spirits in general, let alone one taking care of the valley. But, judging from the mentality of the mob around him, he would have to at least try and look for it. He nodded his head in agreement, already thinking of ways he could lie about it all. “I will do just that, thank you for your congenial invitation.” He turned back to his crew. “Come on then, men. We’re off to find the Spirit of Moominvalley!”

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Snufkin was seething. Absolutely enraged in every way possible. He left the meeting before it had even ended, furious that MoominMama had allowed someone so dangerous to enter the valley. Did she care so little for the forest that had kept her safe for all these years? Had she no sympathy for the plants he had allowed to grow in her garden? The tree’s she had cut down to build her wondrous house? All the time and effort he had spent caring for everything that had made her life comfortable felt like a massive waste. Oh, to be betrayed by one of your closest friends. 

He slid into the forest, briars and vines crawling up from the ground to build a wall behind him. The plants and animals felt his anger and reacted defensively. Snufkin wouldn’t allow anyone in the forest. Not that shifty Captain, nor his crew. Not even the initial inhabitants of the valley. No, not a person would be allowed in. His mind shifted to Moomintroll and his friends. Well, maybe a few exceptions could be made. 

Snufkin wandered through the forest until he came upon an empty clearing. It was one of the places he loved to play his harmonica the best. Something about the view of the sky above and the flowers planted within it was relaxing. He stood in the middle and closed his eyes. A deep breath. He felt the forest ease around him, the tenseness from before dissipating slightly. Animals of all kinds began to creep up beside him, some big, others small. They awaited a song, and who was he to deny them?

Moomintroll hardly noticed when Snufkin had left, too enraptured in the chaos around him. He couldn’t begin to understand what Mama had let that dastardly Hemulen inside. She knew very well of the destructive plan he had. They all did. She was usually quite the pillar of rationality, but this just made absolutely no sense. It all seemed like some kind of elaborate ruse. Yet, as MoominMama and Papa ushered the crowd home, it became painstakingly clear that her decision was intentional. 

He looked around to find Snufkin, hoping that he’d be able to shed some light on the situation, but he was nowhere to be found. Moomin glanced out at the forest, an unusual barrier of bramble and vines stationed from tree to tree. It was clear that the Spirit of Moominvalley was terribly displeased. 

Moomin made his way home. Mama and Papa were having a hushed conversation on the porch, most likely about what had just occurred. It seemed that even MoominPapa was concerned with the turn of events. 

“What in the Booble were you thinking letting those hooligans into our valley?” Papa whisper-yelled, still attempting to keep his disdain somewhat hidden. 

“Papa, it is Moomin culture to allow anyone and everyone refuge, even if they cause problems. I intend to abide by that. Besides, this situation is hardly different from the last time we had contractors looking to build in the valley.”

“Remind me what happened last time?”

MoominMama sighed, “The men looking to build at the hot springs? They were never quite able to figure out where it was located.” 

“Ah… that’s true. I don’t suppose that had something to do with our ghost, did it?”

“I presume so. I hardly think the creature would let this band of troublemakers do anything harmful. If I’m wrong, I will take full responsibility and mend the issue.” 

“If you think so, then I have no reason to doubt you dear.” 

MoominMama noticed her son coming up the path to see them. “I’m sure Moomin has some questions we’ll have to answer.”

“I imagine so. I’m actually surprised we haven’t been ambushed by Little My yet. Where do you suppose she is, Mama?” MoominPapa asked, glancing around for any sign of her. “It’s not like her to disappear without saying anything.”

He heard a small snicker but couldn’t quite pinpoint where it came from. Even after looking over every one of Little My’s usual porch hiding spots, he still hadn’t the slightest idea of where she could’ve been. MoominPapa went to adjust his hat and felt small fingers tug at his paw. It was then that she bursted out into obnoxiously loud laugher and pulled at the fur on his scalp. 

“What in the Booble are you doing up there!” MoominPapa exclaimed, grabbing her by the scruff. She blew him a raspberry and crumpled his hat between her hands. So that’s where she was hiding…

“I was eavesdropping obviously! You and MoominMama only have interesting conversations when you think you’re alone. Especially after something big has happened.” 

“Little My, it’s very rude to listen in on someone’s private conversation. You’re quite lucky that we’re the one’s dealing with you. Others would not be so kind.” MoominMama scolded softly. She turned to face Moomintroll as he walked up the steps. “Why hello Moomin, where has Snufkin gone?”

“Oh please! As if any other idiot could even hope to catch me! MoominPapa only noticed I was there because I let him.” Little My snarked, then she too took notice of the troll. “Yeah, where’s the weirdo?”

“Snufkin is not a weirdo!” Moomin snapped back at her. “Though, I’m not quite sure where he went off too. I think he was really frustrated by the Hemulen and left when I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“You don’t suppose he went off into the forest, did he?” MoominPapa worried. “It looks awfully dangerous out there. Those brambles weren’t there earlier today, were they?”

“It’s merely our protector looking out for us.” MoominMama soothed. “I doubt that anyone living in the valley will truly be harmed by them.”

“You’re right Mama.” Moomin sighed. He looked out at Captain Hemulen and his crew. They stalked the edge of the forest, looking for any access in. So far, it seemed to be a fruitless effort. “I sure hope Snufkin is alright though…” 

MoominPapa put Little My down on a nearby table and fixed his hat. “That lad is more than capable of taking care of himself, Moomin. I, on the other hand, am dying of starvation. Mama, what do you say we get ourselves some brunch?”

MoominMama smiled softly. “That sounds like a splendid idea. Little My, Moomin, would you two care for some pancakes?”

“Yes please!” Little My chirped, following her as she went inside. 

Moomin looked back out at the woods. It looked cold and uninviting, a far cry from the calm aura it had yesterday. Hemulen’s crew paced along the sides. One of them must've caught their palm on one of the sharp brambles, because he immediately backed away and reached for a towel. Moomin could hardly imagine their loving home being harmful to anyone, even those who intended to damage it. Then again, he had no idea that there was a person behind the growth of every plant and animal in the area. If there were that many big things he was missing out on, then how many small things were beyond his sight?

“Moomintroll, your pancakes are ready.” MoominMama called softly from inside, jolting him out of his thoughts. 

“Coming Mama!” He stared for a few more moments, just to see if anything was out of place. Or maybe he was unconsciously searching for Snufkin. All the same, there was nothing unusual. Well, aside from everything that wasn’t already unusual. 

I hope things go back to normal soon, Moomin thought. Then he stepped into the welcome interior of his loving household. 

“What is wrong with this fucking forest!” Captain Hemulen spat. He was trying–and failing–to dig his hatchet into the wood of a massive bramble bush. Everything he broke away was replaced almost instantly but thicker and sharper plants. What started as an easy venture became almost unbearably difficult to manage.  He had never been the superstitious type, but now it was clear that he had stumbled upon some terrible luck. Of all places to sail to, he had to pick the one that was haunted. 

The Hemulen cut through the next bramble and dropped his hatchet with a heavy sigh. There was no way he could continue on like this. It was too much on his body, let alone his spirit. Maybe it was best to just quit while he still had his pride intact. He smacked his paws against his face lightly. No! Even when he was young, he’d never backed down from any challenge. There were far worse enemies than an irritated forest spirit. Take a huge pregnant crab for instance, those things are terrifying. 

“You seem to be in quite the trouble, Captain.”

Said Captain whipped around, snapping back to reality. In front of him was a green-clad lad, his face shadowed by the large hat on his head. The man was tall. His height, if not a little taller. It was hard to tell for sure with his current headwear. Something was off about him. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, only that the Hemulen’s gut twinged with something akin to fear. 

“And who might you be?” The Captain inquired, not bothering to put up any kind of facade. He noticed belatedly that the man was on the opposite side of the bramble wall. How he got there was nothing short of a mystery. 

“I’m a mere Snufkin, hardly anyone worth the time of a renowned captain.” He adjusted his hat so the Hemulen could get a glimpse of cold and calculating eyes. “A penny for your thoughts?”

“My thoughts are worth a bit more than a penny, boy.” He followed the statement with a dry laugh. The uneasy feeling worsened. “I’m trying to get through this blasted bush. As you can see it’s not going very well.”

The Snufkin fellow gave him a shallow smile. “Ah, I see. Well, it’d be best if you gave up on that before you waste all of your energy. You will not get in without permission.”

“Permission from who? Your ghost or whatnot? Believe it or not I’m trying to get in to speak to the creature.”

“Then speak.” 

Captain Hemulen audibly swallowed. He couldn’t tell if the kid was joking or not. But that apprehensive feeling that started in his stomach crawled up his throat and for a moment he felt as though he was in the presence of a deity. Then Snufkin tipped his hat back so the Hemulen could get a full glimpse of his face. There was nothing out of place or even remotely unusual. He was a measly mymble. Just a mymble. A normal fucking mymble that may have been a little scary but was surely the farthest thing from a threat. Why even be concerned about such a basic, generic, boring—

“You are rather impolite.” 

Yet again, he was ripped from his thoughts. “Who are you calling impolite you little—”

Snufkin leaned in closer, the brim of his hat knocking against the Hemulen’s forehead. “You rip at the foliage doing nothing but protecting this stunning land yet have the audacity to claim it’s all to speak to the person that grew it. Then when given an audience with said person you are silent. I see through you. Leave, now. You will never be accepted into this valley. Ever. Heed my words and quit while you’re ahead.”

Captain Hemulen watched in stunned silence as Snufkin turned tail and marched back into the forest. It seemed as if he was swallowed by the trees and plants. The knot of brambles groaned as they slid together tighter. Now he couldn’t even get a glimpse into the woods behind them. He sighed once more and picked up his abandoned hatchet. The sun sank lower into the sky, it was about an hour away from setting. This was going to be much, much harder than he thought.

Moomintroll had spent the latter half of his afternoon with his friends. MoominMama had suggested a picnic after brunch, claiming that it would help take his mind off of things. Yet, sitting out in the wide-open field had done very little to distract him. He could still see the forest and Snufkin’s worn yellow tent set up on the outskirts of it all. Little My and Snorkmaiden argued next to him. He had long since zoned it out. It was about recent happenings and what they should–or shouldn’t– do in response to everything. No matter how much they fought and contemplated there would never be a truly correct answer. The brooding forest still loomed over them, even from miles in the distance. 

“Moomin?” Snorkmaiden called to him. He snapped out of his trance and looked over to see her worried face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Little My scoffed at him. “Anyone with at least half a brain can tell you’re moping. If you’re gonna lie, at least try to wipe that morose expression off your face. It's making me sick!”

“Little My!” Snorkmaiden scolded. She glared at the mymble for a moment then turned back to Moomintroll. Her gaze softened as she spoke to him. “She has a point though, love. You look awfully depressed.”

“I’m not depressed,” Moomin muttered, “just worried about everything.” 

“And by everything he means Snufkin.” Little My feigned gagging. “They’ve only been friends for like a year, but he’s almost head over heels for him. You’re lucky that Snorkmaiden isn’t the jealous type.”

“I’m–He’s– not in love with Snufkin!” Both Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden yelled. Immediately they looked over at each other with blushing cheeks. 

Little My crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

Moomintroll cleared his throat, willing the color in his cheeks to die down. “Snufkin and I are just best friends, nothing more and nothing less. It’s perfectly reasonable for me to worry about his well-being. Especially with the forest looking like… that. ”

“Exactly!” Snorkmaiden chimed in. “And for your information Little My, I am the jealous type.”

Little My was still skeptical. “Even if Moomin didn’t have a thing for Snufkin, what makes you think that Snufkin doesn’t have a thing for him. Snorkmaiden you’ve seen the way he hangs on him. Isn’t that at least somewhat suspicious?”

“He does not hang on me!” Moomintroll argued. “Like I said, we’re just very good friends. It is not his fault that you’re insufferable, Little My!”

She hopped up and growled at him. “You wanna see insufferable? I’ll rip your ears right off your fucking head!”

“Stop it right now!” Snorkmaiden yelled. She waited patiently for the two of them to calm down before saying anything else. “There is no sense in arguing about something so menial. Who cares what Snufkin and Moomin have going on. We have to deal with the Hemulen and his crew first.”

“They would’ve already been dealt with if you’d just agreed to my plan…” Little My grumbled. She was still in her usual bad mood, but at least she wasn’t visibly angry. 

“We are not going to set anyone on fire, and that is final.”

“Well trying to convince them with gifts isn’t going to work any better!”

Moomin gave a quizzical look to Snorkmaiden. “You wanted to persuade them with presents?”

She blushed softly. “It was just a thought, I hadn’t the slightest idea what I would’ve given them if Little My had agreed to it.”

“I don’t really think it’s a good idea for us to interfere.” Moomintroll murmured, glancing back at the darkened woods. It was beginning to near nightfall now, and the crew had gathered around a campfire for a break. “Mama told me that they’ll end up leaving before long. She’s hardly ever wrong when it comes to these kinds of things.”

“But that’s no fun at all!” Little My whined. “Why can’t we teach these assholes a lesson?”

“There is such a thing as Karma, Little My. I assume you’d be well acquainted with it by now.” Snorkmaiden teased. “If MoominMama believes that it’ll all level out, then I say we just leave it be.”

“Then it’s settled.” Moomin responded, standing up and stretching. “Let’s get all of this cleaned up and we can head back to the house. It’s getting rather late.” 

Littly My groaned to herself but accepted the outcome with relative ease. She even went out of her way to help with folding the picnic blanket, an unusual act of kindness coming from her. The trio made their way home as the sun began to set over the horizon. 

Moomintroll, Little My, and Snorkmaiden sat side by side at the dinner table. Mama had cooked up a delicious dinner, as per usual. It should’ve been a perfectly relaxing evening, that would’ve opened up into an equally tranquil night’s rest. However, the man sitting across from them prevented all of that. He slurped at his soup, clearly lacking manners. While MoominMama and Papa would never say anything, it was grating on their nerves ever so slightly. Thankfully, Little My was not so kind. 

“For a Captain you sure are impolite. Aren’t you from a big city or something?” 

Captain Hemulen looked up from his soup, instantly embarrassed. Little My reveled in how easy it was to make him flustered. “My apologies, it’s just been quite a while since I’ve had such a lovely meal.” He shot MoominMama an appreciative look. “It’s not easy to find a good chef willing to sail for as long as my crew usually does.”

Nobody responded to him, the silence utterly awkward. Moomin and friends just sipped their soup and avoided his gaze. After a few minutes of unbearable tension, MoominPapa cleared his throat. 

“Well Captain, how did your search go? Did you find anything of interest?”

The Hemulen shook his head. “Nothing unfortunately, that wall of brambles is damn near impossible to cut through. How have you all managed to live with it for so long?”

“We haven’t,” MoominMama responded, “It’s a new development.”

“New? How new are we talking?”

“Why, it only just grew in today.”

“Impossible.” Captain Hemulen swallowed another spoonful of his soup then leaned back in his chair. “Somebody must’ve been putting it up or something. Plants can’t possibly grow that fast.”

“I assure you it’s quite possible.” MoominMama stirred her soup, blowing on it slightly. It had only come off the stove rather recently. “Our very own spirit made it for us. If he is not willing to let you through it must be because you are unwelcome. I’d advise you to leave before you waste too much of your time.” 

“You know, you’re not the only one who told me that today.” 

MoominPapa’s eyes widened, “Really? I should hope it wasn’t anyone in the crowd this morning. We explicitly told them not to bother any of you while you worked.” 

Captain Hemulen shook his head with a small smile. “No, I don’t believe I saw the lad with any of you earlier. He certainly knew who I was though, and gave me quite the talking to. Said his name was Snufkin, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You spoke to Snufkin?” Moomintroll exclaimed, “We haven’t seen him at all since he disappeared. He didn’t look injured or anything did he?”

“Not that I could tell. He was on the other side of that massive bramble wall. I’m not quite sure how he got there, but that might be why you haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s trapped.”

“Him? Trapped?” Little My laughed obnoxiously. “No way. That dumbass must’ve found a way through.” 

“Oh!” Snorkmaiden interjected, “Didn’t he mention something earlier about knowing the spirit personally? I wonder if it let him in.”

Moomin nodded. “That’s definitely what happened. The spirit must’ve needed his help with something. I’m sure he’s in safe hands.”

Captain Hemulen spoke up before anyone else could provide their opinion. “This Snfukin fellow is friends with the spirit of Moominvalley?”

“So he says.” Little My snarked. “I think it’s all one big lie. But I haven’t had much luck in convincing everyone else.”

“Don’t speak ill of the supernatural, Little My,” MoominPapa warned, “It’s better to be safe than sorry when it comes to those kinds of things. The last thing you want is a curse.”

“Ha! Nobody cursed me when I kicked down that shrine and my offering was returned. I doubt any ghost haunting the valley has enough power to create a small gust, let alone a curse. 

“You knocked down a shrine?” The Hemulen questioned. 

“She did, but I rebuilt it.” Moomintroll puffed out his chest in pride. “It looks pretty great, if I do say so myself.”

“Where is the shrine located?” The Captain’s gaze was calculating and held something sinister behind it. He was definitely plotting. 

“It’s deep in the forest and has the same kind of bramble wall that’s around the treeline right now. I highly doubt you’d be able to get in.”

Captain Hemulen pointed a fork at Moomintroll. “But you know the spirit, or at least the lad that does. So, you could get past the blockade. Right?”

Moomin frowned. “Well, I do know Snufkin. That doesn’t automatically mean I can get into the forest, though.”

“You’re in good graces though, aren’t you? You did rebuild the shrine.”

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Moomintroll hesitated, beginning to look rather uncertain. His tail waved behind him nervously. 

The Captain threaded his paws together, leaning in. “But there is a slight possibility that you may be able to coax the spirit into letting you inside the forest. Correct?”

“I suppose that could happen…” In a flash, Moomin’s anxiousness shifted to anger. “I get what you’re trying to do! I’m not going to help you trick him!”

He held his paws up in surrender. “That’s not what I’m asking. I only wanted to know purely out of curiosity.” 

Little My crossed her arms. She was not the kind of person that took kindly to being lied to, even if it was on behalf of other people. “Yeah sure. I bet you wanna tell me that Snorkmaiden’s coat is purple next. If you’re gonna be an asshole, at least try to disguise it a little better.”

MoominMama frowned, placing her spoon back into her bowl. “Little My, that kind of language is not appropriate at the dinner table. Please forgive her Captain, she means no harm.”

“Don’t try to tell people what I–” Little My was cut off by a furry paw to the mouth. MoominPapa glared at her, even managing to withstand when she licked his palm. It was her loss anyway. Hair in the mouth is no fun at all. 

“No worries, Mrs. Moomin.” Captain Hemulen stood up from the table. He pushed his chair back in with a criminally loud screech and everyone winced softly. He cleared his throat, attempting to alleviate the awkwardness. “I should be on my way. You know how it is; early to bed, early to rise.”

“Of course. Be safe on your way back, there’s no telling what the forest holds at this time of night.”

He tilted his hat to her and wasted no time in exiting. Once the door shut behind him, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. As hospitable as the Moomins were, even they had visitors that were at least slightly unwelcome. Though the Hemulen wasn’t outwardly hostile, there was still something about him that was off-putting. Maybe it was how he held himself, or the look in his eyes. Or maybe it just came down to his goal. Either way, dinner was finished in complete silence. 

Later that night, once the sky had been blanketed in darkness and the moon rose high above, Moomintroll found himself staring blankly at his ceiling. Crickets chirped in the shadows, the only thing providing any semblance of background noise. Wind came in through a crack in his window. All of these things were normal. Should’ve been normal. Yet, the forest looming in the distance, whether you could see it or not, was overwhelming. 

Moomintroll closed his eyes, attempting to drown out the sheer amount of everything violating his senses. Call it an animalistic sense, but he just felt like he was in danger. As though the tall tales of monsters in closets and underneath beds were true. He took a deep breath, holding it for as long as possible. He thought of Snufkin and the ache he must be feeling. It was unbearable enough being outside of the woods. Moomin could scarcely imagine being trapped inside of it. Though, maybe he wasn’t really stuck there. Maybe he was in cahoots with the spirit like he’s mentioned before. 

Another deep breath and an exhale that broke through the night. There was no sense in worrying about what couldn’t be helped. Moomintroll decided to wait until morning, then he would search for his dear friend and figure out what to do next. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily that night.

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There is a certain amount of trouble that comes with having an entire valley tied to your soul. Control is just as easy to lose as it is to gain. If the plants respond vibrantly to any positive emotion you feel, then it’s only natural that they will deform under negativity. Snufkin knew that the valley was suffering. That the plants and animals were reshaping themselves in response to his anger and fear. 

The clearing he’d been resting in before, was now barren and cold. No creature dared get close to him, even the birds had ceased their chirping. Silence. All that was left was soul-crushingly lonely silence . So, all he did was lay there, curled up on himself in anguish. 

He wished that nothing had changed, that the Hemulen had thought twice before setting foot in his valley. That he’d died at sea and never even gotten the chance to glance upon this land of perfection. That MoominMama had kicked someone out for once in her fucking life. That everyone had known better than to let such a disease stay here of all places. 

But they had, and he was completely and utterly alone .

When Moomintroll arose that morning it was done slowly. His sleep had been downright awful. He could hardly stay unconscious for more than two hours at a time, and when he did it was plagued with nightmares. He had been awake when the sun peaked its head over the horizon, and remained so when it rose fully above the ocean line. 

Moomin crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He went through his usual routine before coming downstairs. Mama was already awake and preparing a small breakfast. Well, smaller than usual. It was still rather large compared to most creature’s, but she had growing children to feed. 

“Good morning Moomin.” Mama greeted, handing him a plate of eggs. “Did you sleep well?”

“Goodness no,” Moomin groaned, “I was up half the night with bad dreams. I think it has something to do with the forest.” 

She began preparing another plate for the next creature to come down. “I imagine so, there certainly looks to be something going on over there. I think it would be best to keep your distance today.” 

It was rather rare for MoominMama to display such obvious concern in regards to nature. So, Moomintroll craned his head to look out a nearby window. He was shocked to see just how… dark everything looked. It was like a blot of black and gray in the distance. The trees had gone from soft and welcoming to jagged and downright creepy. It looked like something that had come straight out of a horror book. 

“Why is this happening Mama?” Moomin asked softly, the overwhelming feeling coming back to him once more. Tears welled up in his eyes and he blinked them away. He’d never realized just how connected to the valley he was until now. 

“Oh dear…” MoominMama turned off her stove and set the plate of food off to the side. She took a seat next to him and wrapped a fuzzy arm around his shoulder. He tucked his head underneath hers and hugged back tightly. “I know it seems as though things are changing for the worse, but they aren’t. The spirit of the valley is protecting us the only way it can. Once the Captain leaves it will all be over and things will return to how they were before. For now we just be careful and do our best to stay out of the way.” 

“Do you think the forest is suffering as well?” 

MoominMama took a moment to think, clearly unsure of exactly how she should answer. She hummed softly and smoothed the fur on the back of her son’s neck. “I know it may seem that way, but it’s truly no different than how the trees change in fall and winter. The seasons are ever changing and everything tied to it knows that. When it gets cold and dangerous, creatures of all kinds go into hibernation. Even we have to give in to that call. This is no different. The season has changed, albeit unnaturally. There is no suffering, my dear, only a difference in how life is lived. Much like our normal seasonal pattern, this too shall pass.” 

Moomin gently wiped the dampness from his fur, and nodded into her skin. She was right, as always. What would he do without her?

He picked up his fork and slowly shoveled her delicious food into his mouth. It was growing a little cold now, but not any less enjoyable. Moomin’s mood rose substantially and when he glanced back at the shadowed forest it was without a semblance of fear. He thought back to Snufkin, then decided that the best course of action was to go and see him(spirit permitting, of course). 

Just as he finished his plate, Little My skipped down the stairs. She was humming a familiar tune and looked far more jovial than either of the two Moomins. When she caught a peek at Moomintroll’s sodden fur, she gave him a deep scowl. 

“What’s your problem so early in the morning? I thought Moomins were supposed to be happy, you look like somebody pissed in your eggs.” 

“Little My!” MoominMama snapped, though without any real heat. “Mind your manners!” 

“Ugh, fine.” She pulled herself up so that she was able to sit at the table with the rest of them. Mama handed her a small plate, a stern look following it, then she returned to make yet another serving. 

“I’ll have you know that I am a very happy creature and even if I wasn’t that would be nothing to be ashamed of!” Moomintroll defended, his fur prickling upwards slightly. 

“You’re so fucking weird…” Little My mumbled into her fork. She took a bite of food then swallowed it down with a swig of orange juice. “Anyway, what are we doing today?”

“Well, I was hoping we could get around to searching for Snufkin.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Can’t last even a day without him? Typical.” A small hand gestured to the heinous looking mass that they called a forest. “How do you even plan on making it through that spiky mess? It’ll scrape out half your fur before you even make it three feet inside.”

Moomintroll frowned slightly. “I’m not going to break in, Little My. I intend to ask the spirit nicely.” 

She choked out a laugh, spitting her food everywhere. Moomin held back a grimace and didn’t comment on the display. This was rather natural for a Mymble such as her. “Good luck with that, I’ll be watching from all the way over here . Y’know, where it’s safe .”

“You do that then.” Moomintroll stood up, pushed his chair in, and made his way out the door. From behind him, he heard Little My sputtering meaningless curses. Just as he had walked about thirty feet, she came racing up to him and kicked him harshly in the shin. 

Moomin grasped his leg and growled at her. “What the hell!? If you wanted to join me you could’ve just asked!” 

“You actually think that I was gonna just let you flounce heedlessly into that mess and get yourself killed? No way! You’re a fucking idiot, but you’re no use to me dead.”

He was an odd cross between enraged and touched, and it manifested in the exasperated sigh that left his mouth. “Alright then, let’s go get Snorkmaiden and we’ll start the expedition.” 

Little my skittered ahead of him, a wide grin adorning her little face. Moomin huffed slightly, dumbfounded at how someone so encumbering could appear to be so innocent. He’d almost go as far as to call her cute if it weren’t for the ulterior motives he was sure she had. The Mymble never did anything without having some kind of hidden agenda. All the same, he was minutely relieved that she’s decided to accompany him. The dismal timber seemed to stare back at him with a ravenous sort of yearning that, admittedly, terrified him. Moomin stifled a shiver and followed his counterpart to Snorkmaiden’s house. 

As it turned out, Snorkmaiden was already awake and awaiting them. Not only that, it looked as if she too had gotten the worst sleep of her life. She stared out at the woodlands with a vacuous expression, trembling with either anxiousness or an excessive amount of caffeine. One look in her eyes told him it was the former. 

“Morning!” Little My chirped. She was the only one of them that hadn’t been feeling the effects of their recent environmental change. “You look like shit.” 

Snorkmaiden scowled at her, truly not in the mood for her sass. “Why thank you for noticing. I would comment on your appearance, but it’s difficult to insult someone that always looks the same under any and all circumstances. That is to say, you should get some new clothes, they look ugly.”

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That’s fine, Moomintroll had himself a little pity-party at breakfast today. The spooky little trees were getting to him.” She made a pouty face and put her fists under her eyes to mimic crying. Moomin was two seconds away from drop kicking her into a nearby pond, but, of course, he would never say that out loud. 

Snorkmaiden, on the other hand, was much more sympathetic. 

“Oh Moomee.” She cooed, bringing her paws up to his face to smooth his ruffled fur. “You look so tired! Did you get any sleep last night?”

He patted her paws lightly and shook his head. “It was rough, the aura from the forest was keeping me awake. Even now it’s really getting to me.”

She let out a deep sigh, suddenly looking drained. “That makes two of us. It was terribly difficult to even rest my eyes for a few moments. I felt as though there was something glaring at me. In fact, I still do.” She glanced back at the forest, only to turn away shortly after. “That’s besides the point though, what are you two here for?”

“Moomintroll wanted to search for Snufkin.” Little My chimed in. She had found her way to the cookie jar that Snorkmaiden kept on the counter and claimed a few for herself. Her front was dusted with speckles of crumbs and she nibbled on a white chocolate almond one that looked so fresh it might’ve been made the day before. “I told him it’s a stupid idea, but he insists on ensuring his boyfriend is safe.”

“Would you stop calling him that?” Moomin whined, cheeks flushing a deep red. “He’s just a friend.” 

Snorkmaiden looked over at him with a calculating gaze. This time, instead of immediately refuting Little My’s claim, she wanted to see exactly what it was that the Mymble saw in him. The cherry of his cheeks and the embarrassed wave of his tail told her enough, but at the same time nothing at all. She gifted herself a few more moments of scrutiny, before shaking her head slightly and returning to the conversation. This was not the best time to be contemplating the extent of her boyfriend’s devotion. Especially not with the actual disaster that was occuring because of Captain Hemulen and his crew. 

The sun ascended in the sky, now a bright ball of light over their heads. It was more than likely an hour from noon now. They were burning precious time.

“If we’re going to look for Snufkin, then there is no time to waste. Let’s head out.” Snorkmaiden directed, tail flicking to the side decisively. She had no idea exactly how they planned on getting inside that tangled mass of branches and plants, but they’d figure it out somehow. 

The closer the trio got to the forest, the more cold fear tugged at their hearts. Instinctive terror ripped at their resolve, leaving them nothing more than a trembling jumble of limbs by the time they were three feet from the tree line. Moomintroll shivered, holding Snorkmaiden close, Little My resting nervously on the top of his head. His tail whipped anxiously from side to side, the only part of him that wasn’t entirely frozen in panic. He dared a tentative step forward and was met with the swift shifting of the bramble barriers. 

It was an instantaneous reaction that traveled all the way down the forest edge. Like a ripple effect that was far more dangerous than mere water. Another minute shuffle forward; another rotation. This pattern repeated with neither side even making so much as a single move to truly meet the other. Then Moomin held his paw out, quivering violently with unadulterated apprehension, and the brambles opened up before him. 

It was a small path, just barely big enough for each of them to slip in unscathed, but it did the trick. They had breached the terrifying fort that was their beloved forest and the inside was just as somber as the outside. Whatever transformation that had occurred the day before clearly did not only affect what the eye could see. Far beyond the wall were the same jagged trees and sharp bushes. Nothing about the timber was inviting and it gave the trio whiplash. 

As they carefully maneuvered through the dense undergrowth, everything opened up before them; Brambles shifted to escape their path, animals avoiding them like the plague, even the trees themselves did their best to lean back, roots and branches groaning with exertion. It was an uncomfortable feeling seeing such a powerful area of land bend beneath them as if they were gods. Snorkmaiden gripped his paw fiercely and Moomin realized just how scared they all really were. 

The further in they dove the more lurid it grew. The sun practically disappeared overhead, leaving them to flounder blindly into the unknown. Moomintroll’s heart beat rapidly in his chest, each breath he took prickling his lungs. He felt like he couldn’t get enough air; and he wasn’t the only one. 

Little My gripped his ears with uncharacteristic tightness. While she was usually rough with her little hands, it was never truly harsh enough to hurt him. Now he could feel her nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood. It hurt enough to wince, but the pain was grounding. 

Beside him, he picked up Snorkmaiden’s short, shaky breaths as she trudged forward. Her paw was practically glued to his and her tail wrapped around his leg in an unconscious gesture of terror. He felt for her, just as he felt for Little My, and even himself. This was truly a situation he’d never imagined himself in and he was beginning to think the best action for everyone was to turn back. He weighed his options for a little longer, knowing full well that his counterparts may not take the decision very well. But what else could they do? Keep moving forward in a near pitch-black forest filled with who knows what? His mind turned to Snufkin and what he might be feeling in this situation, then a sharp pang of guilt stabbed him.

He took a few more precarious steps forward, now truly conflicted. Leaving the forest now meant abandoning another dear friend of theirs; one that had already been in the forest for the whole day. It could not have been a very enjoyable experience, let alone a safe one. To withdraw without him could very well be condemning Snufkin to a death sentence. Worry wormed at his gut and Moomin kept trudging on. 

He continued to walk himself through a complicated bout of mental gymnastics, all the while forcing his legs to keep moving forward. Just as he had finally come to a reasonable conclusion, he broke through a thin layer of brush and planted face first into a sunlit clearing. Little My and Snorkmaiden went down with him, equally disoriented by the sudden fall. 

Moomintroll jumped to his feet, whipping his head around to check for any sort of danger. He froze at the figure lying motionlessly in the center of the circle, clearly engaged in a deep nap. His hat draped carelessly over his eyes with arms crossed behind his head to create a makeshift pillow. The commotion caused him to stir and glance in their direction. 

Moomin grinned at him, utterly relieved. “Snufkin, we’ve been looking for you everywhere.” 

Snufkin jumped up from his spot and gazed down at the trio with pure bewilderment. He hardly recalled falling asleep and definitely didn’t remember allowing anyone to pass the bramble barrier. For a moment a sinking feeling gripped his stomach in a chokehold. He hadn’t dropped his guard had he? He closed his eyes and scanned the terrain for any unwanted visitors, but all he felt was the same deep gloom that had settled into the undergrowth. He sighed, stress and fatigue pulling at his figure. He was so fucking tired.

“Snufkin?” Snorkmaiden called softly, padding toward him with a paw held out in front of her. “Are you alright? You look awfully pale.”

Snufkin gave her a strained smile. He took her paw gently and pulled her to sit down with him. “While I very much appreciate your concern, there is no need to worry. I feel perfectly adequate.”

“You’re so bad at lying.” Little My said, poking out from behind him. He would’ve jumped if he hadn’t already sensed her presence. 

“I assure you it is not a lie.”

Moomintroll took a seat in front of him, concern painting the creature’s features. Snufkin held his gaze for a few moments then sighed, always weak to cute fluffy creatures that looked too much like marshmallows. 

“Explaining my state of being would be far too extensive for the short time we have together.”

Snorkmaiden frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

Snufkin turned to her with a skeptical expression. “You don’t actually believe that you can stay here for much longer do you? It’s already been far too many minutes. Anymore and I cannot ensure your safety.” 

“Again, what the fuck are you talking about?” Little My cut in, arms crossed in burgeoning anger. “You’re always so damn cryptic, just say what you mean. Then we’ll ask you to explain if you don’t make sense.”

“If you insist: you have to leave before the Hemulens come back.” Snufkin’s voice was terse, carrying far more weight than any mere mortal should have. The trio each felt a shiver carry down their spines, and this time Little My didn’t hold back her inquiries. 

“What are you gonna do to them?”

Snufkin met her gaze with equal intensity. “Nothing that they don’t already deserve.”

Moomintroll gaped at the Mumrik before him. He had never seen Snufkin act so utterly… rude! Revenge was not something that Moomins ever partook in, or even thought of for that matter. Snufkin didn’t seem like the type who’d find interest in such things either. The change in heart was not something Moomin expected, and it seemed he wasn’t the only one who thought so. Snorkmaiden looked equally concerned. Even Little My gave him an odd sort of glance that slowly shifted to one of agreement. Before she got a chance to encourage his newfound yearn for retaliation, Moomin slapped a furry paw over her mouth. 

“Snufkin,” Snorkmaiden soothed, “I understand your frustration, but getting revenge makes you just as bad as the creatures harming you in the first place. Don’t stoop to their level. I’m sure Captain Hemulen will give up soon enough.” 

He clicked his tongue at her and abruptly hopped to his feet. A cool breeze blew into the clearing, kicking up leaves and dust around them. The paraphernalia in the air circled the quartet lazily, certainly something far beyond coincidental. Moomintroll shivered at the obvious display of power. 

He opened his mouth, eyes burning with hidden terrors. “With all do respect, kind Snorkmaiden, I understand creatures like him better than you.” Then he shifted his command to all three of them. “It’s in your best interest to evacuate.” 

“We’re not leaving without you.” Moomin yelled, perhaps a little too loudly. “We walked all this way through brambles and darkness just to rescue you and you decide to kick us out for it? How is that fair?”

Snufkin stared down at him. “What I am doing is in the best interest of everyone in the valley, including you. I will not say it again; leave.” 

“Fuck you!” Little My screeched, climbing up Snufkin’s tunic with a surprising amount of ease. He jolted in shock and flailed his arms around to try and shake her off, but she was far more wily than he anticipated. She knocked his hat clean off his head and hung off his scarf. The wind picked up speed around them as he grew more and more irritated. 

Moomin and Snorkmaiden watched in mild concern as Snufkin tried—and failed—to loosen her firm grip on him. It took him a few moments before he realized that she was primarily holding onto his coat. So, instead of bothering with her feral stupidity, he went on the defensive. Three buttons and he slid the covering off his shoulders, sending her tumbling to the ground. 

Snufkin’s eyes narrowed as he snatched the troublesome Mymble off the ground by the scruff. She hissed at him like a wild cat, going as far as to chomp down on his unprotected forearm. Snufkin even didn’t make so much as a whimper and just allowed her to work out all of her unused energy. When Little My finally stopped fighting, it was his turn to be reprimanding. 

“I have never laid my eyes upon such an impolite little thing! I have half a mind to feed you to the wolves!” 

She merely glared at him and unstuck her teeth from his skin. “That’s my best personality trait you motherfucker. Besides, you’re the one that wanted to kick us out of our forest. We’ve been here for years, unlike you. If anything, you’re the one that needs to skedaddle.” 

Snufkin laughed at her, thinly veiling the rage boiling in his veins. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it, little Mymble…” 

They bickered back and forth, getting progressively more heated the longer it went on. The weather kicked up in response to their emotions to the point that even Little My had stopped to contemplate it. Moomin and Snorkmaiden just allowed the two of them to battle it out, hoping that they’d relax eventually. It did, of course, happen no less than twenty minutes after the fighting had begun in the first place. 

Moomin could hardly focus on what the pair were arguing about, too enraptured by the vines crawling up Snufkin’s arms and neck. The Mumrik had ditched his clothing absentmindedly and had gone to no lengths to hide his ‘scars’. Naturally, Moomintroll had no idea what the things growing from Snufkin’s skin actually were. They took the appearance of small flowers on a tattered vine, winding up his appendages not unlike ropes. Moomin wondered if they were tight; then why he had them in the first place. 

When the noise inevitably died down, he took the chance to speak up. “Snufkin, you seem to have something on your arm.” 

Said creature whipped around to face him, then peeked down at his revealed skin. “Well, fuck.” 

Little My promptly broke out into obnoxious laughter. Thus, leading to her unceremonious fall to the grassy floor(which she did not take kindly to). After she had her well deserved bout of hilarity, she too desired a real answer. Even Snorkmaiden was peering at him in blatant curiosity. 

“I’m… not sure how to explain this.”

Little My shifted so that she was cross-legged. “Well you can start by telling us what the hell it is.” 

“I will start wherever I so choose!” He snapped back at her. Then he took a moment to clear his throat, an embarrassed flush warming his cheeks. “They’re scars.” 

Moomintroll took a few tentative steps forward. Then he held his paw out, a silent question. Snufkin nodded and gently pressed his forearm into his counterpart's warm pads. The red refused to fade from his face, so he turned away. Furry fingers smoothed over his skin, leaving behind a peculiar tingling sensation. Snufkin coughed to hide any mortifying noises from escaping his lips. 

“Forgive me for questioning you, but this doesn’t quite look like scar tissue.” There was a clear dip in the cells, as if there may actually have been some act of healing, but small flowers bloomed out of the subtle cracks. It was unnatural, maybe even supernatural. An itch of suspicion scratched at Moomintroll’s brain, and suddenly everything made so much more sense. “You’re not…a natural creature are you?”

The breeze that had been lazily wafting around them died in the air. Leaves brushed against the ground, creating soft crackling noises that grated against Moomin’s ears. He flinched when Snufkin pulled his arm away and clutched it tightly to his chest. In a flash, the coat and scarf had returned to his person and Snufkin was covered once more. 

“Unnatural is certainly not the term I would use. Ghostly is much more accurate.” His tone was bitter and defensive. It made Moomin’s heart ache. Snufkin held his hand out to the ground where his hat lay a few feet away. The soft wind returned and deposited the item right into his palm. If that wasn’t a direct confession then Moomintroll didn’t know what was. 

“I suspected something like this might happen.” Snokmaiden chirped from behind them. “There was always something a little off about you.” 

“Honestly,” Little My snarked, “You actually thought you were passing as a ‘real’ creature? Not even close. I knew the minute I met you that you were a fucking creep.” 

Snufkin bristled slightly. “Then why in the world didn’t you say something? I would’ve dropped this worthless facade weeks ago.”  

“Logically speaking, I didn’t have a reason to believe that there really even was a ‘Spirit of Moominvalley’ until two days ago.”

He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it. That was fair actually. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I did truly believe your story.” Snormaiden assured, “My intuition told me differently though.” 

Moomin gaped at the two of them, utterly dumbfounded. “How did you guys know? He hid it so well!” 

All three of them merely stared at him with highly skeptical expressions. Then Snorkmaiden patted him consolingly on the arm. “Dear, you’ve never been the best at recognizing patterns or thinking outside of the box.”

“He’s just an idiot.” Little My teased. 

“There’s no need to be rude, he’s trying his best.”

Moomin pouted and crossed his arms. “I’m not stupid, you’re just overly intelligent.”

“Of course, Moomee, you’re perfectly average.” 

“...averagely stupid.” 

“Shut it, Little My.”

Snufkin watched as the trio chatted amongst themselves, a small smile crossing his lips. It had been so long since he’d held witness to such lovely comradery. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had friends, let alone was able to join them. The Mumrik felt something soft brush his calf and looked down to see a squirrel nibbling on his boot. He felt the undergrowth relax around him and was surprised at how easy it really was to bolster his mood. Maybe things really would be okay.

Wishful thinking was the exact thing that got him the first time. So, it was cruelly fitting that, just as he finally perked up, he felt a small stab at the back of his arm that grew into a searing burn. He smelt smoke and suddenly the woodlands were doused in white hot fear. 

Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden, and Little My whipped their heads around to look at him. They had felt the drastic change in the air, but had no idea of the reason. Snufkin gritted his teeth, a low growl forming in the back of his throat. 

That dirty fucking Hemulen had set the forest on fire. 

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Snufkin hadn’t been injured in a long time. Not since the avalanche that had killed him in the first place. But that was so many seasons ago, decades, possibly even centuries. He’d forgotten what it felt like to hurt, to burn, to ache with unbearable pain . Oh god, it fucking hurt.

Moomintroll had underestimated the ties an entity might have to their resting place. Sure, Snufkin was able to control the density and appearance of the forest. He could pretty much bend it to his will, something that was undeniably powerful. If he thought about it, everything made perfect sense; the valley was like an extension of himself. Why wouldn’t he be able to move it like a creature does with their limbs? It must be no more difficult than bending a finger. The only problem is that bending a finger is much less impactful than an entire body of land; and when Snufkin crumpled in on himself, the entire ground shook . 

Snorkmaiden gripped onto his arm, attempting to steady herself as the earth trembled under her paws. Little My scaled Snufkin’s back and sat herself haphazardly onto his hat. She smashed her hands into his temple, which did absolutely nothing to alleviate the situation. She kept trying all the same. 

“Hey!” Little My yelled, hanging on for dear life. “What the hell is wrong with you!? Stop with the whole earthquake thing!” 

The violent jolting persisted for a few moments longer before Snufkin regained his senses. He jerked up from his crunched position and pulled Little My off his head. She protested noisily, but he completely ignored her and instead plopped her into Snorkmaiden’s open hands. He was panting with a mixture of pain and terror that forced Moomin to firmly grasp him by the arm before he ran off. Unfortunately, it was the wrong arm and the plants beneath instantly stabbed up at him in defense. The fluffy creature was unscathed, but rather aggrieved by the outburst. Snufkin had never reacted to anything like that before. 

Snufkin gave him a remorseful gaze, but didn’t disappear just yet. “Run. Run and don’t look back. Get out of the forest before it becomes a massive blaze.” Then, before he could offer any more explanation, he had vanished in a cool gust of wind. 

The trio shared a series of equally bewildered looks that ended in three sets of paws trampling against dead grass. The scenery had changed once more, this time the undergrowth withered and there were no brambles to block their path. The sky had lightened, but not on account of time passing. Whatever previous hold Snufkin had on the woodlands had shifted into something else entirely and Moomintroll could only smell the coppery tinge of fear in the air. 

With the forest no longer a contorted mass wall of sharp plants and feisty animals, they returned to the Moomin House in record time. MoominMama waited worriedly out front, surely having felt the earthquake from moments before. She stared out into the forest, actually able to make out moving blurs from within. Then, suddenly, a massive wave of animals raced out from the undergrowth. Panicked, they shuffled into whatever spaces they could find. Some squirreled away into a few stray holes, others going as far as to hide themselves within the resident’s houses. From all around, creatures gathered, each barely concealing their horror at the thick plumes of smoke filtering into the sky. 

“Children,” MoominMama breathed, the relief evident on her face. She pulled them closer, checking for any possible injuries. Only when she ensured that there were none, did she inquire about what they found. 

“Snufkin’s a ghost.” Little My simplified. Moomin and Snorkmaiden glared at her, opening their mouths to explain, but MoominMama beat them to the punch.

“I already knew that dear, my question was more directed towards what happened in the forest. Would any of you happen to know why it’s on fire?”

“We don’t know much about that either.” Moomin responded. Furrowing his brows, he gave her a confused look. “What do you mean you already knew? How?”

She softened her gaze. “Darling, you spoke about a shrine then returned with a friend less than a day later. It was a logical inference.” 

“How is that logical—” 

Moomin was cut off by a rumbling in the distance. Massive clouds as black as the night sky rolled in, the crisp smell of petrichor floating in the air. A countermeasure , Moomin thought. Naturally, Snufkin’s first priority would be preventing the inferno from spreading, then he’d attempt to put it out. The thundering grew louder. Well… maybe vengeance was the primary goal at the moment. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. What exactly was to become of Captain Hemulen?

In the morning, after a pleasantly long night's rest, Captain Hemulen had awakened his crew with a plan. MoominValley was only a meager portion of the entire island. Meaning that there had to be some kind of alternate entrance that they could exploit. After that was found, came the real plan. They had upwards to twenty unopened barrels of oil that had been previously used for a manner of things: lighting fires, lanterns, powering the few machines they had on their massive ship. The crew needed some way to speak to this so-called ‘spirit,’ and what better call was a fire? If there truly was a deity of any kind then a small blaze would be more than enough to draw it out. Key word: small . 

So, why was it that the forest became an inferno in less than half a barrel of oil? 

Oh right, it was the dead of summer; when rain clouds were few and far inbetween. Everything was dead and dry, taking dangerously little to light up into one huge mass of flame and ash. 

Captain Hemulen called his crew to attention, drawing them close and retreating to the forest’s outskirts. Waves crashed against rock and sand behind them, perhaps a warning of what to come. Mere moments later the ground began to tremble. His crew murmured to themselves, fear spreading just as fast as the fire before them. The captain turned his gaze towards the path they’d taken to get there: it was all but surrounded by red hot licks of flame. They had no escape. 

Thankfully, they didn’t need one. 

As the tremors in the ground began to subside, a figure emerged from within the woods. It was hunched in on itself, holding its left arm, where a large hole in his shirt was smoldering. Underneath it laid disgustingly charred skin, cracked and bleeding. It looked painful, but the creature before them was not walking as though it needed help. No, far from it. Piercing green eyes caught Captain Hemulen’s gaze and a shiver ran down his spine. From above, blackened clouds thundered, lightning striking a nearby tree, shattering it into chunks of wood and splinters. One of the projectiles dug itself snugly into his first mate’s arm, the man screaming out in pain. The storm growled once more. 

The closer he walked, the more familiar he became, and soon Captain Hemulen had fully identified him as that Snufkin fellow that had threatened him earlier. He attempted to relax, having realized that there really was no ghost coming to kill them, but something deep in his gut coiled in terror. His palms were sweaty, so he wiped them on his shirt. The Mumrik continued his slow pace towards them, irises burning holes into the men before him. 

Swallowing a whimper, Captain Hemulen spoke: “Snufkin is it? Get caught by a fallen tree or something, did ya? Join us and we can wait for the fire out by the shoreline.”

He blinked, then Snufkin was right in front of him. The creature was shaking with something beyond adrenaline. Terror? Worry? Relief? The captain glanced down into his eyes and took a startled step back. Rage. Pure, unadulterated, rage. A hand gripped him buy the clean-button up shirt, claws he didn’t know Snufkin possesed slicing shallow cuts into the skin below it. Captain Hemulen winced, the tremor in his body back again with full force. Small drops of rain fell from the dark sky above them.

Snufkin glared up at him through his green, rimmed hat. “I will be courteous enough to give you one final chance. Clean up your mess, then leave and never come back.” He dug his hand in tighter, the coppery tang of blood hitting everyone’s senses. A few of the crew members whispered shy pleas to their captain. 

Captain Hemulen shot swift glances to his crew members, their pathetic faces stoking the outrage that had been growing in his chest. Who was this little brat to demand things of him? This should have been his forest, his home, and his franchise, but those stupid little inhabitants just had to say no. He brought a paw up to Snufkin’s wrist and whipped the hand buried in his shirt to the side. A loud ripping sound tore through the silence, chunks of fabric still clutched in Snufkin’s hand. Captain Hemulen looked down at his shirt where a massive hole lay. This little motherfucker—

“Is that your final answer?” Snufkin inquired, less of a question and more of a dare; as if he was implying that the Hemulen should reconsider. Oh, and reconsidering was exactly what he was doing. 

“No, you wanna know my ‘final answer?’” He sneered, leaning down so he was face to face with Snufkin. “Fuck you, this is my forest.” 

Snufkin’s eyes flashed and he rose to his full height, forcing Captain Hemulen to take a staggered step back. He quickly ripped his wrist from the bastard’s paw and wrapped sharp claws around his throat. They easily cut through thick fur and drew blood, rivulets of it dripping onto Snufkin’s already soiled green coat. The Mumrik snarled, grinning insanely as the captain choked in his grasp. 

“If that’s what you think, then I’ll just have to put you in your place. Won’t I?" 

The downpour had started, forcing  Moomintroll and friends to retreat into the Moomin House. From there, they stared wide-eyed out into the open, attempting to make out any kind of happenings. There was nothing, but the blaze seemed to be going down. Moomin breathed a sigh of relief at that. Snufkin had looked so… in pain , it was honestly terrifying. 

“Do you think Snufkin’s gonna kill Captain Hemulen?” Little My asked from beside him. He whipped his head around to yell at her, but found that no words came to mind. He suddenly began to doubt himself. Was Snufkin going to murder the captain?

“I wouldn’t count on it, dear.” MoominMama responded from where she sat on the couch. She had long since uncovered her knitting equipment and was working away at a funny looking pair of socks. “Snufkin may be angry, but he is not so naive as to lose control of himself. I, however, would not be surprised should he rough Captain Hemulen up a bit.”

“Good,” Little My snarked, “That bastard deserves it.”

“Language, darling.” MoominMama chastised, but she did not refute Little My’s statement, which made her grin twelve times wider. 

“Hey, everyone… Do you see that? Or am I hallucinating?” Snorkmaiden called, face pressed against the window. Moomin would’ve laughed at her if the situation wasn’t so dire.

Turning his gaze back outside, he noticed a cacophony of men racing out of the treeline. He squinted and made out a few familiar faces, all of which were on Captain Hemulen’s crew. “Seems as though they made it out unscathed.” Moomin mused, still keeping his eyes trained on the forest in the distance. 

The crew members rushed up to their door, knocking panickedly. MoominMama, ever the kind soul, let them in without so much as a question. Little My hissed at them like some kind of cat and MoominPapa shook his head at her, feeling the same but still too courteous to act like a hooligan. One man had a rather large stake of wood buried in his arm and was bleeding profusely. 

Sitting him down at the dining room table, MoominMama got to work on his wound as he stuttered out a mass of hardly tangible words. 

“H..He came out of the fire like some kind of madman! Then Cap..tain just—Oh why did he do that!” The man wailed. Mama took that time to unceremoniously pull the chunk of wood from his arm and stuff a thick wrap of gauze into the hole it left. Moomin resigned himself to looking back out the window. He was not a big fan of gore. 

“That thing! It wasn’t even…real? I don’t know! It was a monster! A monster! And Captain just yelled at it! Oh…Captain…” The man dissolved into hiccuping sobs, becoming intelligible once more. One of the other crewmates, a woman this time, gently rubbed his shoulders. There was an empty look in her eyes, as though she had seen something truly terrible. Whatever the case, she didn’t dare speak a single word. Much of the others were the same, either gibbering too much or saying nothing at all. A second group appeared at their door, offering just as little as the first. Yet, Captain Hemulen was nowhere to be seen. 

Moomintroll stared out the window, still seeing nothing. The fire in the distance was still smoldering, though the flames no longer reached the great height they had before. All the same, the rain showed no signs of stopping. If anything, it smacked the glass and walls with even more vigor, making it all but impossible to make out any semblance of figures. After a few more moments of attempting to search for shapes, Moomin huffed and quickly rushed upstairs. In his closet, sat a bright yellow raincoat. 

When he returned from his room, MoominMama shot him a glance. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before she gave him a gentle nod. Muttering a quick ‘thanks Mama,’ he slid out the door and into the onslaught of rain. 

From then on it was a waiting game. The storm was fierce. So much so, that even with the raincoat and a hood covering his furry snout, it was still terribly difficult to see. Several minutes passed with no sign of anything and Moomin was beginning to lose hope that Snufkin would appear at all. Then a small tremor shook the ground and he appeared. 

At least… Moomintroll thought that was him.

The figure was vaguely Snufkin-like: tall, green, it had a hat, but it was off . A little too tall, some of his angles that were once soft had grown sharp and off putting, he was also holding something. Well, not something. Someone . And that someone looked a lot like Captain Hemulen.

Moomin quickly rushed off the porch to meet Snufkin head on, but began to slow as he came closer. Long claws hung from the creature’s hands, accompanied with pawed feet that looked as though they could do just as much damage as his other limbs. Every piece of skin was stained a deep black and shone with an icy sort of texture, as though he himself was made of ice. Snufkin’s face was entirely shadowed by his hat, which was tattered almost beyond recognition. Moomin came to a stop, not daring to take a step further once he came within eight feet of what was supposed to be his friend. Blood dripped from Captain Hemulen’s body and sunk into the muddy ground below. Suddenly, Moomintroll was absolutely terrified. 

Snufkin stared at him with glowing eyes. He was too still, the lax animation Moomin had grown used to seeing completely lost on him now. No, this Snufkin was not the same as his friend. This one was cold . 

“Um… hi, Snufkin.” Moomin wrung his paws together. “I understand that you’re mad, but can you please let go of Captain Hemulen? He may deserve what you’ve done to him, but I don’t think you’d be able to live with killing him. Or at least, the other you would like it.” 

The pair stared at each other for a good minute longer. Snufkin seemed to be deep in contemplation, no longer truly looking at Moomintroll, rather, he was looking through him. Then, he bent down. The motion elicited a series of cracking noises that sounded just like ice shattering, and was rather uncomfortable on Moomin’s furry ears. Snufkin held the clawed hand holding Captain Hemulen out, and with more insufferable creaking noises, offered him to Moomin. 

Moomintroll acted quickly, grasping the—heavy—body and dragging it towards his house. The minute his back turned to Snufkin, off of the fear he’d been stifling rose in his throat and he high-tailed it back to the house. Before he went inside, his ear pricked as the sound of breaking ice occurred once more. Whipping his head around, Moomin spotted Snufkin in the distance. This time, he was kneeling in the grass, head bent in what looked like repentance. An unknown emotion welled up in his chest as he turned away and headed inside. 

The moment Moomintroll stepped onto the porch he was attacked by several grabby paws—Captain Hemulen’s crew, he recognized dumbly. The scent of blood and rain dulling his senses and doing little to stave off the shock of seeing the Not-Snufkin kneeling in the grass behind him—and ushered inside. MoominMama was quick to snatch the Captain and work at patching up the deep wounds on his neck and chest. He was bleeding profusely, yet strangely none of the injuries sliced through any arteries or major blood vessels. He would be okay. 

A few seconds later, Little My lept upon him, tugging at his muddled yellow coat. “What did you see!?” She hissed, voice tense with anticipation. 

He opened his mouth to respond, a plethora of words coming to mind: Monster, ghost, goul, beast, demon. But instead, in a low, mournful tone, he whispered: “It was just Snufkin.”

There must’ve been something off in his expression because Little My simply nodded and tugged him gently towards an unoccupied seat. Snorkmaiden sidled up behind him and gingerly eased the coat off his shoulders. Outside, the sky crackled, a stroke of lightning cutting through the thick darkness. And there, off in the distance was the haunting shadow of a crouched figure. Little My and Snorkmaiden continued to stare at it, even after the light faded from the horizon. 

“What was that…creature?” Snorkmaiden asked, voice hard to pick out against the low hum of the crew around them. They, too, had noticed Snufkin and mutters of frantic terror spread like a wildfire through the crowd. 

“Snufkin.” Moomintroll croaked, shock dimming as a soft tremor jostled his body. “Oh, Snufkin…what have you done…” 

Little My furrowed her brows. “What are you talking about—?” 

From the corner of the room came a loud whistle, demanding everyone’s immediate attention. The crew’s speaking softened to a low murmur before finally setting into complete silence. MoominMama clasped her paws together, a soft smile adorning her features. “Well then, now that you’ve all begun to settle in, why don’t we get dinner started?” 

“Erm, MoominMama…” MoominPapa called, worrying his hat between his hands nervously. “It’s rather early for supper, don’t you think?” 

Moomintroll blinked in surprise, the darkness outside certainly making it seem as though it was night. In reality, it was no later than three o’clock. He drew in a haggard sigh, so much had happened in so little time; all of it completely overwhelming. 

“Now, now, there’s always time for snacks dear. But you’re right,” MoominMama nodded thoughtfully. “I will make some tidbits for our guests, but only for them. No snacks for the other four of you.” 

Little My glowered at her, “What do you mean no snacks for me? I’ll have as much as I—!” 

Snorkmaiden clasped a paw over her mouth and shook her head sharply. She leaned down to the small Mymble so only she and Moomintroll could hear. “MoominMama has something planned. Whatever you two do, stay away from that food.” 

Moomintroll noticed the happy wag in her tail and shot her a confused look. 

She grinned at him. “This is just like that novel I read a few days ago! Oh I am simply exhilarated!” 

“We’ll take your word for it, Snorkmaiden.” Moomintroll affirmed, gaze shifting out towards the rain splattered window to his right. It was still too dark to truly make anything out, but the red glare of the fire in the distance had dimmed, nothing more than an ember’s glow. Not only that, the sharp feeling of dread hanging over the valley had dissipated a bit. Another spattering of lightning broke through the clouds; the silhouette was gone. 

MoominMama had finally decided to take matters into her own paws. 

When Captain Hemulen and his crew had first landed upon their soft, sandy shores, MoominMama had been a little skeptical. She had seen her fair share of entrepreneurs and troublemakers alike, and immediately pegged that rowdy bunch to be cowards—as harsh as that sounds. The first clue to their true nature was when he wouldn’t take no for an answer; the second came in the form of an unintended bonfire in her backyard. 

It wasn’t as though she intentionally pawned them onto the spirit—or Snufkin, as she had deduced a year earlier—but there was a deep ache in her chest when she thought about sending the crew away. She has once been a traveler on the seas, searching for a home with nobody to help her. So, maybe it was her bleeding heart that had caused this mess. Whatever the case, she was going to get all of them out of it. 

Her grandmother had kept a journal of potion recipes to heal ailments of any and all kinds. Well over half of them had serious side effects, both genuinely harmful and minorly inconvenient. She perused idly through the pages, looking for a quick and easy fix. Something simple, and relatively harmless; preferably non-permanent. Her delicate paws stopped at a lovely page on hair growth, with an unfortunate habit of turning recipients into mice if not cooked correctly. That would do. 

So, she haphazardly spliced together delicious hors d'oeuvres that would satiate a clan of hungry pirates; and maybe transform them into mice. On accident, of course. Then with a little convincing—threatening—they’d be out of here in no time flat. Problem solved, hopefully. 

Thunder rattled the windows, followed by the sharp splash of lightning. Though truly, there was a bigger problem than just the mass of critters in her living room.

A mere thirty minutes after her announced snacktime, MoominMama passed around three large plates of decadent little appetizers for the crew to enjoy. And enjoy it they did. She received nothing short of fifty compliments and several members asked her for the recipe she used to make them; which she handed out happily—minus the potion part. 

Snorkmaiden had to keep a firm hold on the ravenous beast that was Little My—all but spitting in her hold, going on and on about how desperately she wanted the snacks. Snorkmaiden had to pull her into the other room when she inevitably began cursing out the sailors eating in front of them—all while simultaneously stopping her own stomach from grumbling in want. It had been a long day, but something in her gut told her not to partake in those snacks. Outside of MoominMama’s demands, of course. 

No less than twenty minutes later, she saw why. In a series of horrid clicks and pops—accompanied by the occasional scream of pain—each and every one of the crew mates transformed into little multicolored mice. Captain Hemulen was spared, if only because of his current extremely passed out state. 

A few of the mice began chittering angrily at MoominMama, though any actions they might’ve taken were greatly stunted by their lack of height. Feigning innocence, MoominMama raised a paw to her snout and gasped. “Oh dear, it seems you’ve all finally fallen victim to the Moominvalley curse…” 

The trio of children—and MoominPapa—gaped at her, shocked. Snorkmaiden had a small hunch that there really was no such thing as ‘the Moominvalley curse,’ call it a girl’s intuition, but she’d never known MoominMama to be devious. Sure. she’d done a few small things to trick them as kids; simple white lies that any parent would partake in, but a full on scheme? That would be blasphemous. So blasphemous that it just might work. 

The crew began to chatter amongst themselves in sharp, squeaky little voices. It seemed that they were able to communicate as mice just as easily should they have been human. What are the chances? A general aura of unease fell upon the hoard, and one—must’ve been the first mate based on the bandage wrapped around its shoulder—squealed up at MoominMama in a desperate question. 

“Quite the shame,” she sighed. “There’s only one way to get rid of it…” 

The masses chirped up at her, curiosity and rapacity lacing their high pitched voices. 

She sighed once more, putting on a look so awfully dejected it made Snorkmaiden’s heart wrench. Maybe she really was being genuine. After all, MoominMama doesn’t usually lie about anything, especially not something so serious. “You’ll have to leave the island immediately.” 

The mice chittered loudly in protest. 

“It’s true, my sincerest apologies little ones, but you must leave. It’s either that or remain mice forever…and I’m not sure just how long I can keep Mrs. Fillyjonk’s cat from eating any of you.” 

That struck a chord, and all of the noise shifted into that of a low, squeaky murmur. After a little while, the creatures seemed to come to some manner of consensus, and shifted into one massive ball of fur and tails. They scrambled over each other to the seat where Captain Hemulen was propped up. His wounds were no longer bleeding, and his breaths were deep and gentle; a far cry from the stressing state he was in earlier. Using sharp, tiny paws, the crew pulled him onto their backs and carried him to the front door as though they were some kind of makeshift gurney. Moomintroll had never seen anything so queer in his life; well, maybe aside from Snufkin. 

With Snufkin’s looming figure having vacated the area, the crew must’ve felt safe enough to risk transporting Captain Hemulen back to the boat. They wasted no time in shoving him out the door, being careful of his injuries, and swiftly maneuvered him to the shore, where they eventually slid out of sight. Each and every creature in the Moomin household felt as though a weight was lifted from their lungs once they noticed the silhouette of a large ship float off into the distance. Hemulen’s crew was gone. The nightmare was over. 

Despite this, the rain overhead didn’t cease. Loud crackles of thunder broke through the silence, lighting providing just enough luminosity to take quick peeks through the darkness. Slowly, the time wound down until it was nearly midnight, with no sign of the weather letting up. Moomintroll was utterly exhausted, barely managing enough energy to force his eyes open; scanning for even the slightest change in the distance. Eventually, MoominMama gently pulled him from his seat by the window and ushered him upstairs. Little My and Snorkmaiden had long since retired for the night, too spent to bother waiting up for anything. 

At first he protested, assuring Mama that there was no need for rest. But she soothed him with gentle paws and comforting words; just enough to completely knock him out for the rest of the night. He didn’t awaken until long after sunrise. 

In the morning, as the sun crested gently over rain-slicked hills, when the inferno finally cooled into ash and embers, the rain stopped. MoominMama was the only one awake, keeping keen eyes locked on the forest all through the night. She knew he would come. Just as he had all those years before, when she and MoominPapa originally moved into the valley. A man of kind words and warm, welcoming arms. Seeing him again, playing like a child with her son and his friends had shocked her at first. A creature such as himself fooling around with lackadaisical theatrics was unbelievable. But, as she tended to do, she inevitably began seeing him for the kid that he was. Barely over seventeen with far too much responsibility on his shoulders.  

He hobbled up to her front steps, clutching his smoldering shoulder so tightly she could see the whites of his fingertips. MoominMama gently pried his hand away and snatched a roll of clean, white cotton bandages from medkit. They sat in silence for a moment as she dressed his wound as gently as she could, pulling back quickly anytime he let out so much as a pained gasp. 

“You are too kind.” Snufkin rasped, voice rough and laced with a sadness she couldn’t comprehend. 

“There is no such thing as too much kindness.” 

“Yes there is!” He snapped, whipping his head back to face her and glaring up at her with glowing eyes. A moment later he folded in on himself, hands buried in his hat, hiding his face from sight. “My apologies…” He whispered, almost too quiet to hear. 

MoominMama sighed, weariness tugging at her bones. “I know, dear. I’m sorry too.” 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“It’s not yours either.” 

He turned away, sucking in a ragged, wet breath. MoominMama carefully returned to attending to his injuries, finishing up with a gentle stroke to his back. And that’s all it took for him to dissolve into heaving sobs, clutching at his hat like a lifeline, curling up into a ball, doing anything to make himself smaller. Anything to make himself less of the monster that he was. Wrapping a furry arm around him, MoominMama tugged Snufkin into a motherly embrace. She whispered soft affirmations into his ears and rubbed his back. For a moment she wondered if anyone had ever soothed this poor, grieving child; told him he was loved; offered him a warm house and a home-cooked meal. 

Well, I’ll just have to do all of that for him , she thought to herself. And the bright, burning summer sun rose into the brilliant blue sky, no sign of clouds in sight.

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Weeks later, everything in Moominvalley had fallen into a relatively normal routine. Most of the inhabitants had returned to their daily lives, though many were permanently wary of the forest and the spirit that lives in it. There was a short period of cleanup where everyone pitched in to discard the burnt portion of the woods. Piling tattered sticks and fallen trees into a large compost pile, they had successfully prepared the area for regrowth. Nobody had seen Snufkin out and about during this time, but the short stalks of grass and cute saplings breaking through the ashen ground assured everyone that he was still there.

Moomintroll and friends were a little broken up about his absence. They wondered if they’d done something wrong. Maybe the reaction to his…violent form had made him feel unwanted? Whatever the case, Moomin had done nothing but worry himself senseless. It consumed his every waking thought, to the point that he’d spend hours wandering the woods for any sign of his dear friend.. After three days of his pandering, MoominMama finally pulled him aside.

(“I’m just so worried Mama!” Moomintroll whimpered, “What if I scared him off? He might hate me!”

She placed a gentle paw on his shoulder. “Dear, sometimes creatures just need alone time to reflect. Snufkin has had a rather hard last few days, give him time. He’ll return when he’s ready.”

Moomin hadn’t been particularly satisfied by her advice, but knew that she was probably right. After all, when had MoominMama ever led them astray? So, he resigned himself to mere wistful stares into the tree line. Snufkin would return when he was good and ready, not a moment sooner.)

Approximately five days after that conversation, two weeks after the incident in question—not that Moomin was counting. That would be crazy—a familiar silhouette made his way to the Moominhouse. Ironically, Moomintroll wasn’t even outside. It had been a particularly early morning and the Moomin had never been one to rise before the sun was over the horizon. Who could blame him when mornings were practically made for sleeping in?

Sneaking quietly through the front door, Snufkin offered a soft greeting to MoominMama and Papa.

“By the Booble, where have you been, Snufkin?!” MoominPapa exclaimed, lowering the newspaper he’d been perusing. MoominMama shot him a quick look and he coughed in embarrassment, looking away and rescinding his previous question. “I mean… it’s great to see you, my boy. How are you this fine morning?”

“Quite alright. Many thanks for all of your work in the woods.” His eyes crinkled, a small smile gracing his face. “The woodland creatures send their thanks.”

“Of course, dear.” MoominMama set her knitting needles off to the side. She was making a scarf. “How’s your injury?”

He gently rolled his shoulder, stifling a light wince. “Until the land is lush, it will remain. Though it hurts considerably less than two weeks ago.”

“Would you like me to redress it?”

“No need, but I greatly appreciate the offer.”

There was a momentary pause as each of them tried to collect words that simply weren’t there. Then Snufkin took a breath and folded his hands behind his back.

“I will be leaving early this fall.” There was a pained gleam in his eye as he spoke, and his shoulders sagged with a hidden weight.

“Moomin will be sad to hear that,” MoominPapa commented softly.

“It's not something I can avoid, unfortunately; a spirit from a neighboring area recommended this to be the best course of action for both the Valley and myself.”

“Rest well, dear,” MoominMama hummed. “You need it, you look dead on your feet.”

“Thank you…”

A soft creak broke through the quiet atmosphere as none other that Little My crept down the stairs. The irritated look on her face told them that she’d been eavesdropping for more than half of the conversation. The trio stared at her with exhasperation and she huffed haughtily. “Don’t glare at me!” She pointed an accusatory finger at Snufkin. “You’re the one who disappeared for more than a month! Don’t you know how worried Moomin was?! He’s been a mopey mess ever since you left!”

Snufkin looked much like he wanted to snap at her, but instead released a soft sign and lowered his head in acceptance. “My apologies for the inconvenience, I had no intention of leaving him so distraught.”

“Well you better go and fix it! Right now!”

MoominPapa frowned at Little My, “Now, now, Snufkin’s had a difficult month, much more than us I’d imagine. He has the right to do things at his own pace—”

Snufkin, held a hand up to silence MoominPapa, a soft breeze slipping in through the open windows and curling gently around all of them. It was calm and comforting, even Little My leaned into it in her own, prickly sort of way. “She’s right, I owe him an explanation. Please excuse me.”

The family watched in silence as Snufkin snuck quietly up the stairs, each footfall making next to no noise. Once he was out of earshot, MoominMama scolded Little My; but there was hardly any heat to it. It seemed even she knew that Snufkin needed the push. There was trepidation in his movements, as though at any moment they might turn on him. She wondered if he’d experienced betrayal before, or if it was simply self-inflicted hesitation.

Moomintroll’s room was still rather dark. Even with the morning light creeping in through his window, shadows hung in every corner. Snufkin eyed them with unwarranted paranoia, each movement reminiscent of the dreadful night a month or so before. He still felt uncomfortable in his own skin; too big; too sharp; cramped in a tiny, human body. The flowers growing in scars made him ache, everything was sore. He’d only recently been able to pull himself from the agonizing wallowing he’d been all but forced to endure simply because he couldn’t physically get up. Snufkin shivered, the feeling reminded him of his death.

Shutting the door behind him, Snufkin allowed his unwanted thoughts to leave him. Moomin snored softly in his bed, snuggled up under light covers, looking just as soft as the last time Snufkin had seen him. His chest ached as he sat down, unshed tears tugging at his eyes. Gods, he was a mess. Maybe it was too soon, maybe he needed another week, or month, or something. Snufkin fiddled with the harmonica in his pocket and took a tentative seat at Moomin’s desk. No, he was here now. No turning back.

He slipped the harmonica into his hand and thought of a tune worth singing. A long time ago he’d tried to write a song for every season that passed him. It had been entertaining for a while, but when season after season came and went, with nobody to hear him but the animals and foliage, he lost motivation. Now, here, sitting silently in front of a darling creature such as Moomintroll, Snufkin found himself compelled to compose once more. He brought the harmonica to his lips, taking a deep, stuttering breath, and played.

When Moomintroll awoke, it was to the sweet sound of music and a soft breeze ruffling his fur. He shifted about for a bit, not quite awake, yet too conscious for sleep. The music never stopped, a steady stream in the background. He opened his eyes to see a familiar green figure, but wasn’t surprised. After all, who else would be playing the harmonica in his room so early in the morning?

“Good morning, Snufkin.” Moomin mumbled, then he rolled over to bury back into his sheets. Wait, Moomin thought tiredly, Snufkin? He jumped out of bed, nearly falling flat on his face, and stumbled over to grab Snufkin by the shoulders; so close their noses were almost touching.

“Hi.” Snufkin whispered, lowering the harmonica and slipping it into his pocket.

“Hi.” Moomintroll whispered back. He gave Snufkin a once over, noticing how the man’s right shoulder gently caved under his touch, almost as if he was trying to alleviate pain. “Ah!” He recoiled his paw, stepping back a few paces. Not too far though, lest Snufkin try and run away. “I’m sorry! I forgot about your injury…”

“It’s quite alright.” Snufkin rose from his seat and was surprised when Moomintroll immediately grasped his hand, clearly panicking. He softened his gaze, lips turning up in a small smile. “I'm not leaving just yet, don’t worry.”

Moomintroll let go of Snufkin’s hand, head hanging slightly. “But you are leaving, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.” The admission came out so raggedly that Moomin dared to glance back up. He saw an expression so foreign on Snufkin’s face that it hurt his heart: vulnerability. He looked…fragile; curled in on himself, hat casting a dark shadow on his eyes, where unshed tears welled up, ready to overflow at a moment's notice.

“Oh, Snufkin.” Moomin he murmured, voice swelling with concern and adoration. He wrapped two, fuzzy arms around his friend, pulling him in so close that it knocked his hat clean off his head.

Unsteady hands clasped around Moomin’s back as Snufkin returned the hug. His breath hitched softly and Moomin could feel the soft tremor work its way through his counterpart’s body. Then, a whisper so soft he wouldn’t have heard it if not for his sharp ears: “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Moomin responded, tucking his nose into Snufkin’s shoulder. He smelled of fresh dew, summer flowers, and the sharp outdoor breeze; like the wild in every single way.

Snufkin laughed in response, but it was self-deprecating at heart. Moomin could feel how he was trying to subtly detach himself from the hug, but remained firm; wrapping strong arms around his waist and pulling him off balance. There would be no escape. “I’m serious, you were just trying to protect us. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“But you must think me a monster.” Snufkin breathed, trying—and failing—to stifle the sob rising in his chest. He thought he was over this, but apparently not.

“I… was scared…when I first saw what you’d become. I’m not going to lie to you.” He felt Snufkin stiffen slightly, and squeezed him gently; the embrace warm and reassuring. “But I knew at heart that it was still you. The same you that taught me the best places to fish, and saved us all from some wacky adventures last year. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, even if the form you took was a little terrifying.”

“You’re a good person, Snufkin, and I missed you greatly while you were gone; even knowing what you could be and do.”

“I’m sorry for running away.” Snufkin said weakly, wiping the tears from his eyes. Moomin nuzzled him softly, a bright blush running along his cheeks once he realized just how intimate the situation was.

“Everyone gets scared sometimes, even powerful forest spirits.”

Snufkin laughed softly and rested his chin on Moomin’s shoulder. “I’ll explain everything someday, I promise.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

It was another ten minutes before they parted.

For the next few weeks, everything returned to a tentative normalcy. Snufkin showed his face a little more than the month previous, but was clearly bothered by the inhabitants' curious stares and loud whispers about him. He generally tried to avoid large crowds of people and had mentioned offhandedly the sudden surplus of visitors to his shrine. Receiving gifts was not necessarily a new experience for him, but he’d never had more than a few at a time. He was beginning to seem a bit overwhelmed. Moomin worried that one of these days Snufkin would snap at a few well-meaning creatures and hate himself for it afterward.

That being said, things were definitely taking a turn for the better overall. The burnt portion of the forest was slowly filling itself back up—Snufkin had been complaining less and less about his shoulder as well—and the weather was still blessedly pleasant. Even so, the sharpness of autumn was beginning to set into the air, mornings becoming colder and less bearable. Moomin knew in another month's time Snufkin would have to leave.

It was on one of those crisp autumn mornings that Snufkin called Snorkmaiden, Moomintroll, and Little My to the center of the forest. His intention was to procure complete privacy, and he erected a small bramble wall to ensure they’d have it. The trio had gathered that whatever they were about to hear was of utmost importance, and silently waited—minus Little My, of course.

“I’ve got better things to do than sit in your stupid forest all morning! What do you want?” She grumbled, looking as though she’d been dragged out of bed unwillingly.

“If you’d like to leave then by all means, go ahead.” Snufkin responded, gesturing to a small opening in his thorny barricade.

Little My whispered something rude under her breath, but made no move to leave.

“That’s what I thought.”

Addressing the rest of the group, Snufkin clasped his hands together and motioned for them to take a seat. Then he plopped down into a graceful crisscross and took a deep, grounding breath. “With all that’s occurred this summer, I feel it appropriate to answer any of your questions regarding my origin and any other matters. So, that being said, ask away. I will keep no secrets from you. Not anymore.”

Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden looked over at each other, tentative curiousity painting their expressions. Dare they ask? Did they even want to know?

Little My shared no such hesitation and immediately went straight into asking: “How’d you die?”

Moomintroll cringed at the delivery and Snorkmaiden began to scold her, but was promptly interrupted by Snufkin’s cool answer: “Avalanche on the Lonely Mountains broke many of my bones and severed a few of my limbs, I bled out shortly after. It was a…painful experience.”

“Gross! So is that what those flowery scar-things you have represent?”

“I can’t be completely sure, but I do believe that the cracks match up with places I was original injured in.

“How old we’re you when it happen?” Snorkmaiden inquired softly.

He hummed for a moment, a contemplative expression befalling his face. “Roughly seventeen, so only a little older than you all are now, but that was so many years ago…a millennium almost. I am rather ancient.”

“What’s it like?” Moomin question, sounding rather excited. He quickly schooled his tone to something a little more neutral if not pitying, feeling rather embarrassed. “Y’know, to be a spirit?”

“It was… extremely jarring in the beginning.”

He paused for a moment, attempting to figure out how to explain it all.

“Kind of like, waking up and realizing that you’ve grown out of your skin. I felt expansive, as though my entire body was the valley. Everything I did and felt affected the world around me so much that, for a long, long while, I did nothing; just wallowed in my own sorrow and dissonance.”

(He remembered long, aching, endless night curled in on himself; smelling, seeing, hearing, feeling too much; lashing out on anything that dared to touch him because any more and the ground would tremble under his panic and that hurt too; everything hurt—)

“But, as all creatures must, I too had to get back up and keep moving.”

(When he finally gathered enough courage to step out of the hole he’d dug for himself in his grief and terror, nearly two years had passed. It had hurt to finally step out of the known and into what was, arguably, a much more considerable risk given his circumstances, but he had done it; and the months that followed gave him the confidence to test out his powers and finally feel like a normal person once more.)

Moomintroll opened his mouth, paused, then closes it; clearly undecided on whether to ask his question or not.

“Go ahead,” Snufkin urged, a steely look in his eyes. “I can handle it.”

“The form you took when the…incident happened… what was that?”

Snufkin thought for a moment, pressing a finger to his lips; searching for the words. He wasn’t entirely sure himself, but there was something deep in his soul that he knew; an intrinsic familiarity with the monster hidden away. It was still Snufkin, albeit a more twisted, nightmarish version.

“I believe it’s a physical manifestation of what I felt before I died…or maybe an amalgamation of all the hidden malice within the valley. It’s hard to say for certain.”

“Are you talking about that weird ass shadow thing Moomin was freaking out about on D-day?” Little My inquired in her usual abrasive demeanor, “I didn’t get to see it! Not fair!”

“If it makes you feel better, Little My, I also only saw the shadow.” Snorkmaiden offered, it did little to dampen the Mymble’s irate mood.

Snufkin closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts once more, before tentatively opening his mouth. “Would you like to see? Just for the purpose of understanding Moomintroll’s perspective, of course.”

Snorkmaiden and Moomintroll both seemed a little apprehensive, tails curling together as a sign of comfort. As always, Little My was the first to answer with an indecorous shout of “fuck yes!” that brought a small smile to Snufkin’s face.

Then, in a whisper of cool wind, a monster appeared before them. There was no transformation, not a sound indicative of any sort of change, simply a quiet transition and the settling of something frigid and biting into the air. Moomin shivered; seeing it up close in the unobstructed light was significantly worse than during the storm. Feelings of terror and revulsion wracked his body, followed curiously by a sick sense of fascination. Why was it that as every single cell in his body screamed for him to get away, Moomin couldn’t help but want to press his warm, fuzzy paw against the creature before him and soothe the obvious pain he was in?

Little My dared a step closer, and Snufkin nodded his head with a loud, icy crack. They had permission to do whatever they wished, for better or for worse. Moomin knew deep down that this was the most vulnerable Snufkin had ever been. He knew the situation must be handled with care. So, he took it all in, with a gentle, loving stare:

The most off-putting change—in Moomin’s professional opinion—is the drastic shift in proportion. While it is true that Snufkin was already a particularly gangly character, his alter ego took that to an entirely new level. Arms almost as long as Moomin was tall, Snufkin towered above them, even when sitting. There was a sharp, jagged look to his structure, and dark, unnaturally cast shadows swallowed portions of his face and body. His hat—still on his head, albeit tattered and covered in dried blood—darkened his head to the point where all Moomin could make out was the thin pricks of calculating pupils.

His skin was the second most concerning: it looked as though there was absolutely no warmth to it; as though all blood flow had long since ceased; which is technically true. A thin layer of frost settled over him, thicker ice congregating around his joints (Must be what’s causing the crackling sound, Moomin thought). The cracks in his skin that had once been housing cute little flowers were now deep canyons of snow and ice, stained red with blood. Moomin had to look away from the deep ring around Snufkin’s neck, the image of his friend choking on ichor in the midst of a cold, harsh winter too much to bear.

Snorkmaiden was the first to speak, teeth clenched, looking a little too pale. “I think we’ve seen enough, Snufkin.”

This time a brush of warm wind swirled around them, and Snufkin’s normal form returned. “Are there any further questions?” He asked in a soft, gentle voice, a far cry from the horror they’d seen moments ago.

All three of them shook their heads, there was too much to process to come up with even more inquiries.

Snufkin cocked his head to the side, listening for something far off in the distance. A swirling breeze kicked up a few leaves lying on the ground. “I do believe that’s MoominMama calling for lunch. We’d oughta head over there.”

The four of them maneuvered their way through the forest, a little over a twenty minute walk away from the Moomin House. Moomin trailed behind Snorkmaiden and Little My, hoping to speak alone with Snufkin. When the pair wandered just out of earshot, Moomin pulled Snufkin off to the side, paw warm against his hand.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

Snufkin tilted his head in acknowledgement. “I know, but I felt as though it would be the best way to continue forward without secrecy.”

Moomin huffed softly. “Well, I know…but they’re not going to understand.”

“It seems as though they understood just fine.”

“That’s not—ugh—you know what I mean: they won’t get the importance of you showing us.”

Snufkin blinked, nonplussed. “I am well aware.”

Moomintroll crossed his arms. “So you shouldn’t have shown them, it was pointless.”

Snufkin leaned down towards Moomin so they were on the same level. Breath hitching, Moomin tried to ignore just how close they really were: almost touching snouts. He blushed lightly. “Why, had I known you any less I would assume you were jealous that you aren’t the only one to know my…nightmare form.”

“I’m not!” Moomin defended, raising his voice a little too much.

“Of course not,” Snufkin chuckled, “how could I ever be so mistaken?” He laced their hands together, fur against smooth skin; it was warm and comforting. “We’d better head towards the house or the others will worry. Come along now.”

It took a moment for Moomin to come to terms with the fact that they were very obviously holding hands, but as soon as he did, it was simply impossible for him to cease the wag in his tail. Just for a moment everything seemed okay again.

Then, a little over a month later, Snufkin had to leave.

There was always a substantial amount of grief surrounding Snufkin’s leave, even when it was on schedule. However, with the recent events and Moomin’s newfound dependency on having the creature in his sight at every waking moment, it was significantly worse this time around. Moomintroll had spent the entire day attached to his hip, demanding every bit of his attention. Snufkin was used to this—it usually happened each year and it made him feel rather loved—but there was a fine line between just enough to be endearing and too much. Moomintroll was teetering on the edge of over-stimulatingly close..

When the time finally came to truly say goodbye, Moomintroll was quick to wrap his fuzzy arms around Snufkin’s waist and bury his head into his counterpart’s neck. Snufkin returned the favor in the form of a gentle pat on the shoulder and some words of reassurance, though it did little to lax Moomin’s hold. Thankfully, Snorkmaiden came to the rescue, offering Moomin a shoulder to cry on and Snufkin an apologetic grin. MoominMama and Papa waved at him from the house, ever the comforting presence. Little My perched on Snorkmaiden’s head, looking as cross as ever. Taking a deep, emotional breath, he smiled; something sweet and genuine.

“I will return on the first day of spring and not a moment later, have a wonderful hibernation my dear creatures. And Moomintroll, if you send letters I will receive them.” Snufkin shot him a wink. Moomin wiped the trails of tears from under his eyes and nodded, gears turning in his head, clearly thinking up the next big adventure to write about. “Goodbye all, until we meet again.”

Then, in a whisper of soft autumn breeze, he was gone.

On the twentieth of March, after months of shakily written letters, bitter cold, and healing, a small flower bloomed in the midst of ashen ground. All the while, in the nearby distance the saccharine trill of a harmonica played a tune new to the world: the song of another spring.