Chapter 1 :forest flight

I was running blindly, panic nipping at the heels of my heart. The evening light was fading and the world was quiet save for the rasping of my breath and the heavy crashing of my bare feet through the brush. "Slow down," I begged myself,"You've left them far behind by now," I chanced a look back and saw nothing but empty forest, I turned back, too late, to see a dark form blocking my path, "Oh god!" I yelled, sliding to a stop just before crashing into the largest bear I had ever seen. It seemed surprised, its breath hot against my forehead, and dumbly stared at me through terrifying pupiless eyes. It was the demon that haunted this forest,  Bremblebluck,  I had heard the stories for years. My brain developed a genius escape plan, "RUN!!!" I turned left and catapulted my self into a thicket, too late I realized my mistake and had to plow through the cruel thorns, "At least that might slow the beast down." I tore free of the thorns and zig zagged right and left between the trees, remembering that deer did this to confuse predators, but then, could I really count on thickets and trees to stop a demon bear. I looked back again to check if it had followed...and then I saw stars and knew nothing.

  "Who are you? " An unseen specter asked, it's ominous voice echoing into the dark void that had formed around me. "I..I am Breck," I answered, trying to ignore the creeping feeling at my back or the frightened quiver in my voice. "HA, hahahaaha! Scared are you little Breckwyn?" "I am not afraid!!!!" I was angry, but my voice sounded tiny and whiny in the large emptiness I was in. "and my name is Breck, only my mother called me Brecwyn," "Hahahahahahahaha, Breckwyn, breckwyn, poor frightened breckwyn!" The voice was sarcastic and the taunt was familiar, I winced at the bitterness rising up in my throat. "Who are you!" I shouted, "Hahahahahahaha, the boy asks who I am? Poor Breckwyn, are we lost again?" "Lost? I'm not lost, this is a dream," The sudden realization was comforting, " you can't be lost in a dream," The voice laughed again and began taunting, "LOSt, lost, lost, lost, lost...." I felt a creeping cold sensation at my skin, like the emptiness around me was slowly creeping in to my bones, and thought, "That voice is starting to sound like mine,"

I awoke with a start, the strange coldness still with me, the word lost still echoing in my ear, with shame I realized it was my own voice whimpering into the morning air. I pushed my self up off the ground, leaves stuck to my face and in my hair from where I had lain on the forest floor. My head was a pulsing lump of pain, heavy as a log, and filled with confused thoughts. I tried to stand and my world spun out of control for a moment, I nearly retched but the feeling passed. I looked down at my poor feet which burned like fire from the many thorns imbedded in them, my legs and arms weren't much better off and my old cloth jacket and pants were torn. I felt the old fear welling up, tears at my eyes, I beat at the ground with my fist, "Toughen UP you baby! " I yelled, breaking the silence of the morning.  "I'm not lost," I told myself boldly, "I can't be that far from home. All I need to do is climb one of these trees." I looked up at the giant trunks of ancient oaks and felt my brain whirling at the thought. "How?" I wondered, "...I'm just going to have to!" I tried to move again and darkness threatened my mind, I shook my head to clear it and passed out again.

MORE LATERRRRR!!!!! Muhhahahahahahaha ;) (trust me, any questions will be cleared up, this is just the begginning and is meant to bait you a bit. :D )