NOTE: This is just what I've written and edited so far, and is by no means the finished/full product. Also it's the FIRST thing I've written so... I have no clue if it's any good.
Chapter
1: Awaken
The
sun shone brightly, peeking in between the leaves of the overhead
trees. The summer breeze flowed across the sands of the surface,
carrying the petals of the flowering trees through the warm air. In a
place of blue sky, yellow sands, and green trees; red decorated a
lone tree where a man lay bruised and battered from a horrific
battle. Blood ran from the cuts and gashes which adorned his body,
soaking the sand from which the shady tree grew.
A
strong gust blew across the land, causing the trees to sway from its
power. As a ray of light flashed across the mans face, he awoke
instantly from his unconscious state. He scanned the area in front of
him, as his sore body was unwilling to move. The sound joints popping
and muscles creaking could almost be heard as the man slowly
stretched. Able to move he groaned and rose up from the trees base.
The man unaware of his location, nor how he had come to rest beneath
the tree he used to steady himself, began to look around in hopes of
a sign of civilization.
He
had heard of places such as these, where the ground was sand yet able
to grow extraordinary trees from its shifting surface. He thought
hard in hopes of remembering where such environments existed but his
head throbbed with pain causing him to fall onto his knee, hand
grasping the bark of his shade giving support.
After
several moments passed his eyes opened to the sound of a soft
dripping, as the blood from a wound fell onto the already maroon
sands below his knees. Large patches of the trees roots were soaked
in a deep red where his back had made contact with the tree.
Overwhelmed by the amount of blood he had lost, he wondered how he
was still alive.
“Svicran!”
he exclaimed.
As
the name of this foreign terrain suddenly came to mind. He laughed
gently to himself, amused by the suddenness of his outburst and as a
means to distract himself from the bloodstained sands below him.
Upon
standing again his face shifted from amused to one of confusion. He
began to realize he did not remember where he learned the word he had
accidentally shouted, nor how he came to be injured. The most
alarming realization came to the forefront of his mind, he was
unaware of his own identity.
The
shock brought on from the awareness of his unknown identity was short
lived as the bloodied man’s surroundings began to suddenly
change. The soft blowing sands became wet as water seemed to rise
from the depths below the ground. As the rush of water rose the man
watched as his blood washed away in the slow swirling currents that
ran through the rising tide, invisible to the peridot colored eyes
that stared into the mystical occurrence in front of them.
The
heavy stains from where the man’s back once lay faded as the
blood began to flow around the thighs of the awe stunned man.
Instinct took over as water level was rapidly rising; the man pushed
towards a nearby hill that reaches just to the tops of the
surrounding trees.
With
a sudden and mysterious dread rushing into the man’s body, he
rushed to the dune that slowly shrank with the continual rise of the
water. The urgency and seeming inability to swim properly thrust the
helpless man into a state of panic. Lungs filling with the bitter
salty water. Coughing, sputtering in attempts to keep his head above
water. The world fading to blackness, from which only mere minutes
ago light had thrust him out of into a foreign and now deadly land.
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