Wert
Something
For a moment everything was dark, a vast, still emptiness.
Senses slowly began to break the numbing void. Familiar chirps echoed through, beckoning to the character in gentle waves. They stirred with unrest, hands feeling beneath them at damp tendrils. Many of them, all around, tickling their skin from the surface below.
grass..?
The realization woke the figure with a pained inhale, eyes fluttering open to a night sky hanging above. Their lungs burned and struggled to move as if pushing something from their body. They lurched forward with a swell of brown muck soon being expelled ahead of them. Gross.
The metallic taste lingered on their tongue and soiled their breath, a smell that masked the fragrance of a humid forest. Eyes lifted from the unpleasant goo and scanned the moonlit area, taking in a line of trees circling the small meadow. It was difficult to see how far the woods continued on from where they sat, a sense of unease taking over their emotions. Fireflies flickered here and there, fading from their view. The crickets stridulating had given them a false familiarity, they quickly realized. This place is far from recognizable. What could they recognize? They couldn't remember anything, not even themselves. All but one name had escaped them.
Rilean, Rilean, Rilean,
It echoed in their mind as they tried to stand, pulling the grass and roots from their legs. The herbage cracked and churned whilst they got a footing, not bothering to try to dust the dirt from the worn out clothes hung across their frame. Walking proved to be more challenging than they expected at first, gathering the strength and maintaining balance. They hobbled a bit, but was determined to keep going.
Ahead lay two directions Rilean could easily take. The first was a beaten path leading northwest, sounds of life danced through the trees when they neared it and there was the faint flicker of firelight. The second was an opening covered in over-grown foliage that seemed to lead north east, the path was small, barely a trail, as if only used by the occasional child out to play. It was strangely alluring, but Rilean felt the sense of being watched when they got close.
Which direction should Rilean go?
1. Northwest
2. Northeast
Senses slowly began to break the numbing void. Familiar chirps echoed through, beckoning to the character in gentle waves. They stirred with unrest, hands feeling beneath them at damp tendrils. Many of them, all around, tickling their skin from the surface below.
grass..?
The realization woke the figure with a pained inhale, eyes fluttering open to a night sky hanging above. Their lungs burned and struggled to move as if pushing something from their body. They lurched forward with a swell of brown muck soon being expelled ahead of them. Gross.
The metallic taste lingered on their tongue and soiled their breath, a smell that masked the fragrance of a humid forest. Eyes lifted from the unpleasant goo and scanned the moonlit area, taking in a line of trees circling the small meadow. It was difficult to see how far the woods continued on from where they sat, a sense of unease taking over their emotions. Fireflies flickered here and there, fading from their view. The crickets stridulating had given them a false familiarity, they quickly realized. This place is far from recognizable. What could they recognize? They couldn't remember anything, not even themselves. All but one name had escaped them.
Rilean, Rilean, Rilean,
It echoed in their mind as they tried to stand, pulling the grass and roots from their legs. The herbage cracked and churned whilst they got a footing, not bothering to try to dust the dirt from the worn out clothes hung across their frame. Walking proved to be more challenging than they expected at first, gathering the strength and maintaining balance. They hobbled a bit, but was determined to keep going.
Ahead lay two directions Rilean could easily take. The first was a beaten path leading northwest, sounds of life danced through the trees when they neared it and there was the faint flicker of firelight. The second was an opening covered in over-grown foliage that seemed to lead north east, the path was small, barely a trail, as if only used by the occasional child out to play. It was strangely alluring, but Rilean felt the sense of being watched when they got close.
Which direction should Rilean go?
1. Northwest
2. Northeast