HI! Welcome to my Don't Starve fanfic! I was shocked to see that a game with so much lore and mystery only had around 225 fanfic's (when I wrote this)! So, I decided to add to that. Anyways, I'm probably annoying you, so..DISCLAIMER!

Disclaimer: All aspects of the Don't starve game belong to Klei entertainment. Except Lily, she's mine. (and any other thinger-mer-bobs I might add later on. Those are mine too.)

Lily's POV

My eyes refused to open. I could vaguely hear birds chirping. I tried to recall why I was on the ground, lying there, unable to move. My mind came up blank. Which was great. Amnesia is such a good experience, I thought, sarcasm dripping from my internal voice. I heard a small whoosh...

"You don't look so good pal. You better find something to eat before nighttime." A man's voice advised. Yes, I thought, food is a priority, mr. mystery man. My paralysis suddenly ended and I was able to move. I struggled to my feet, much to my body's displeasure, and to my surprise, to find nobody there. Only a wisp of what looked like black fire that disappeared within seconds. Looking around, I realized I wasn't home. Granted, I had only a few vague memories of my home and previous life, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the middle of the woods. I remembered the motto at survival camp, well, it wasn't a motto, more like a "rule of three" thingy. Three seconds for a positive attitude. I can get through this, I probably just got lost. Three minutes for air. I breathed in deeply. Three hours for shelter. Okay..I need to work on that one. Skip! Three days for water. I licked my arm. Salty. That meant there was an ocean or some salty body of water around. I could boil that and make it drinkable. Three weeks for food. I felt a sharp pang of pain in my stomach. Okay..maybe not three weeks for food.

I decided to check my resources. I had my hunting knife on me...and that was it. Walking around, I recognized a pile of rocks as flint, which is good for multiple reasons. I picked them up and stuffed them in my pocket. I broke a few branches from a nearby sapling. I combined them to make a crude ax, and started chopping. After a while, I had successfully gathered a few piles of wood. The sky turned a lavender-ish shade of purple, and everything became darker. I started panicking but quickly fought it down, as it would do nothing for my situation. I started heading in a random direction. Eventually I came across a savanna, filled with grass and, I assumed, rabbit holes, but none of the rabbits were out. Great, I thought, they're sleeping in their little holes. I gathered quite a few piles of grass, and started heading back. I grabbed some berries along the way, remembering that my stomach was dangerously empty.

The sky started turning darker, at a much quicker rate than at home. I started running back to my little makeshift camp. Grabbing some wood, I quickly made a campfire. The night enveloped me, and I scooted closer to the fire. I felt something brush against my back. I jumped up, and unsheathed my knife. Nothing was there. Great, I thought, now I'm going crazy. I added more wood to the fire. I sat down and picked a flower that was nearby. The soft petals felt good under my cracked fingers. I put it in my hair, which allowed me to see clearly, since my hair had been falling out from the ponytail I had it in. That thing that brushed my back started taunting me endlessly. Saying I was stupid for thinking I could bring my uncle back. Saying that I would never make it out of here alive. I lashed out with my knife. My blade just sliced through air. I screamed and kept slashing. I poured all my anger at my uncle's death into the screams and the slashes. The thing seemed to be able to dodge every stroke, every scream. Eventually, I lost my drive and realized I was exhausted. I sat down, and the thing resumed its' taunting. After a while, it broke me, and I started crying. That night, I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up the sun on my face and ash in my eyes. I wiped the ashes from my eyes and looked around, shuddering at the memories of last night. My knife was laying besides me, looking as sharp as ever. I sat up and traced my finger along it's edge, hissing in pain when it cut through skin. I lowered the knife and stared at the single drop of blood that had started making it's way down my finger. It looks so...natural, unlike most of the things in this world, I thought, still staring, but this time, I smiled.

Wilson's POV(Around the same time)

I trudged along the sodden path, with Woodie and Wigfrid close behind. The dawn had broken a few hours ago and I was determined to explore the unexplored west. Webber had offered to come at once, but I turned him down. He was a kid, and if he got hurt, I wouldn't forgive myself. Wigfrid wanted to find a pond or two, as she was tired of rabbits. Woodie was itchinng to go and ax some trees, while his axe, Lucy, made sure he ate a log or two during the trip. It was raining and we hadn't come across anything new or exciting. I pulled out some eyebrellas and handed them to Wigfrid and Woodie. They just nodded their heads thankfully, too tired to make any other movement. We started setting up camp, as the evening had fallen. We would leave the camp here, as we were making a road along our travel route, and the camp was going to be a permanent settlement, even if it was abandoned.

"Thank Maxwell we can stop!" Woodie exclaimed as he snuggled up in his tent. I was setting up my tent and the fire-pit.

"Hey Wilson?" Wigfrid asked suddenly. I looked up at her, my brow furrowing in confusion and worry.

"Yeah?" She suddenly adopted this joking expression, "Do you think Willow is tranquilizing Wickerbottom by now?" I laughed, Woodie following suit. The lumberjack's rich bass voice rang through the trees.

"It's the only way to get that old lady to sleep!" Woodie bellowed, laughing through the entire spectacle.

We set up the rest of the camp, and snuggled in. Just as we were about to lay our heads down, I saw a trail of smoke, coming from about a mile away. It looked like the one our fire pit produced. While the others slept I watched it. It didn't seem to move or get bigger, so I decided it was nothing and went to sleep. But, I had this feeling, something was going to change, and it was going to be big.

Aaaaand done! If you have any advice or tips please either PM me or leave it in your review. I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes in this story.

For those of you who are aware of my MLP: FiM story, I'm sorry that's taking so long! It's not really number one on my priority list and I'm terribly busy with school and all that jazz. Also, I AM THE BIGGEST PROCRASTINATOR ON THE ENTIRE PLANET! So yeah. And if you're wondering why this story came first, well, inspiration and I just had to get it down.

Okay with all that out of the way, BAI!