Chapter One

It all started when I spawned. I was lying with my back against the sand, and the smell of the sea hung in the air. I stared blankly at the light blue sky, and watched as the clouds hovered above me. It seemed that I was just there for hours, taking in all of nature's delights and listening to the waves as they crashed against the sandy shore... and that's when it hit me. I spawned. And now I'm here. I exist. But... I just exist. I don't remember anything - actually, I have no memories. I'm nothing. I just appeared, and I have no story.

I jerked my body upward to a sitting position, and watched as the sand trickled off my body. All of a sudden, the wind blew and took all of the remaining dirt off of me. I felt my hair raising and brushing against my forehead. It tickled me, I'd say. But you know what, this isn't really what I should be doing. In fact, there is really nothing to do. I have no responsibilities, nothing to care about. Then my stomach churned, and it told me otherwise.

"Right. So I do have a responsibility. It's to myself."

I picked myself off the ground and shook the excess dirt clinging unto me. It seems like there wasn't much, so I carried on.

The ground made a crunching sound every time I took a step. Figures; I'm on sand. After a while, I noticed the sound to be leaner and louder and crunchier, if that made any sense. Looking down, I saw that I was now stepping on grass. Funny how the beach quickly faded into a new environment. Now, I found myself standing in the plains, and just a few yards away from me was a not so dense forest. My stomach grumbled again, and I know what I was supposed to do.

"I guess that is where I would be headed." I mumbled to myself. "There's bound to be food there."

And so, step by step, I came closer to my personal fulfillment. As I walked, I started questioning my existence. Besides my self responsibility... what am I supposed to do?

All of a sudden, I hear a rattling sound coming from the bushes nearby. I stopped dead in my tracks. Pkshhh. There it is again.

Nevertheless, my mind raced on. What is my purpose?

Then, a greenish jelly-like creature crawled out of the tall grass. It had a saddened face plastered unto it, but it's eyes told a different story. They were hollow, and seemed to be full of anguish. I took a fighting stance and raised my hands.

Maybe... this is what I'm supposed to do.

The creature inched closer, and I clenched my fists.

Am I alone? And... what does being alone truly mean?

The creature lunged at me, but I managed to shove it away with my arms.

...But it's strange. I am a nobody with no history, yet there's this something I can't get off my mind.

The creature regained composure, but this time, it didn't attack. It mashed it's forehead to make it seem like it's angry, and it started emitting little puffs of white smoke.

It's a name. My name...

It made the rattling sound again, but this time, it happened consecutively, and was obviously louder.

...My name is... it's...

The creature looked bloated, and it's smoke was now curling all around it.

...It's...!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and I was thrust backwards. All I could see before me was light. I felt pain, and it crept from my fingers up to my shoulders. It felt like I was burning slowly. I was paralyzed; I couldn't move, yet I was still gliding through air. My vision was fading, and perhaps my existence, too. But right before I passed out, it seems like a nerve just ticked in my head.

Steve.