I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was huge, strange looking trees standing tall.

I realized, I was lying down on my back. And I was in a forest. It was quite dark. And there was no one around. Not a single breathing creature in sight.

"Where am I? Am I in the afterlife? Am I about to meet my Creator?" I asked myself.

No voice. No sound. At all. Nothing.

I got up and looked at myself. I was still wearing the black attire, the outfit I wore when I died. I looked down at my feet. My boots were gone, but I was still wearing the black socks, the socks I wore when I died.

As I decided to take a second look all around the strange, not very Earth-like forest, the most ugliest and terrifying creature suddenly appeared.

It was a huge fucking spider. It was the size of a lion.

My eyes widened in fear at the repulsive sight.

Without thinking, I turned around and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

"Fuck, I'm in hell!"

I stopped running when I heard the sound of an arrow hitting a target and a shriek.

I turned around and I saw the spider, dead.

But the dead spider wasn't the only thing I saw.

I also saw a small group of.. people? Wait no, that's not the proper word. They looked like human beings, but they were more taller and seemed more advanced than them.

One of them motioned for me to come to them.

They had their weapons and I didn't want to die a second death and get sent to another "afterlife", so I had no choice at this point.

While I made my way to them, I saw that the group were close to each other and talked in a strange language I haven't heard before as they stared at me in amazement. It's like they haven't seen a 23 year old human male before! Oh wait, it's probably because they actually haven't seen a 23 year old human male before.

"I ask you, what is your name?" One of the beings asked me.

Long brown hair. Pointed ears. Masculine voice. This being was a male. A male elf. Yes, a male elf. I told him my name.

"John."

"John?"

"John Zawahri."

"Where do you hail from, John Zawahri?"

"I come from Santa Monica, uh, uh, I have so many questions. Where the hell am I?! Why did a huge fucking spider try to attack me?! Why does this forest look weird?!" I demanded.

"We, too, have many questions, but right now is not a good time. We have to take you to the King's Halls."