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I originally wrote this chapter on quotev but decided putting it on here was better. If you like this story then follow it, also give it a review. I will not write/type anymore until I get a couple readers, because there would be no point if I wrote for nobody.
Loneliness, anger, confusion, sadness.
All these feelings rushed through his head over and over again, seeming endless.
Little did he know that only one of those feelings would stay with him when he woke.
But which one?
It was an unfair situation seeming he had lost so much already.
He woke in a dark forest, much like the ones you would find in an old werewolf horror movie.
The trees were incredibly tall and thick, the brownness took away all colour from the dark green leaves.
The sky was dark as it was night,. All the stars were shining bright and there were billions of them.
It was a full moon, not that something supernatural would happen, it was most likely just a coincidence.
The ground looked like it had a main road that was covered in dirt and looked extremely dry, with bark and dead leaves covering a small percentage of it.
When he woke he found himself lying in a small puddle that looked around about a meter square in perimeter. He was freezing.
His jaw was shaking as fast as was humanly possible while the rest of his body was covered in Goosebumps and water wrinkles. The only thought he had was that of losing something, although he couldn't remember what.
Remember. Remember. Remember what?
He couldn't remember anything. Nothing at all. Not even his own name!
But he could still think in English, how was that? He was surprised he could think at all. As he was thinking this, he came up with a conclusion: Having no memory at all leaves even the bravest people alone.
He stood up, or rather, he tried to stand up but his knees were too shaky. Either from the cold, or from some unknown crippling. He collapsed back in the puddle and water splashed around, wetting more of the dry ground. Trying again, he found confidence and made his legs stop shaking, for a bit. But the same thing happening again, and again and again. He was like a small rabbit in the grips of a tiger, but when the tiger isn't hungry. After trying to stand up for what seemed like hours, he started to get angry, very angry. He knew that it was bad and tried to calm himself down but alas. The frustration in a small task was more than he could handle. Dragging himself out of the now muddy puddle, he grabbed onto a tall tree and dragged himself up, using his useless legs to kick himself up.
When he made it to a thick branch about ten meters up, he prepared to drop himself off the edge, suicide.
He figured that however he lost his memory, it would put himself in danger, and he didn't want to live the rest of his life on the run when he didn't know anything.
He was just about to drop off when a rumbling in a bush made him pause. Something, or someone, was there. He searched the scene and the rustling happened again, along with movement. He spotted a small shrub around as big as a pillow, and watched it curiously.
Just as he was losing interest, he started to hear voices and laughter from the bush. It started moving. How could a bush talk and walk around? Just as the bush went closer to his tree, a hole appeared, it was barely big enough for one man.
The bush stopped moving and now there was a gaping hole in the middle of the ground. Just as he started to climb down the tree, a boy looking...boy, with a weird looking white hat appeared through the hole along with a yellow dog.
"Hey Jake, that was an awesome adventure, right?" the boy said to his dog.
But then the dog, Jake, responded. Dog's are not supposed to talk.
"I don't know Finn, that goblin bit my tail pretty hard, it looks swollen." Jake said to the boy, Finn.
The boy wore a blue t-shirt and dark blue shorts with a green backpack attached to him. He was missing an arm but seemed to handle it, what with being an adventurer. His hat was incredibly weird looking, square with little ear things on the top corners. He seemed happy, even after whatever adventure they just had.
"PB is gonna be so happy with whatever idol thingy we just got!" Finn said.
"Yeah, i bet she will be. I hope she has some sort of cure to whatever's happening to my tail right now." Jake said, looking at the growing lump of tail expanding rapidly."And I hope that she can build you a better robot arm with this! Finn, let's bounce!"
Then Finn got on Jake's back and the dog stretched into a big blob and zoomed away.
"I need to know who they are," the boy in the tree said to himself curiously. He, with great difficulty, climbed down the tree.
But at the last four meters of the tree he slipped and fell.
"AH!" he screamed at the short fall, but he didn't collapse. He had landed on his feet, with no difficulty whatsoever.
And at that exact moment, he knew his name.
"Lashe." he whispered, then louder. "LASHE!"
Whatever was going on, his new confidence in finding his name made him determined.
He walked over to the hole Finn and Jake emerged from, but it was too dark to see down. Suddenly, it shrunk rapidly and soon disappeared. Lashe looked at the patch of dirt in wonder and curiosity. Lashe just shook it off as weird magic biz.
As he Jogged after Finn and Jake, he repeated his name to himself.
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-Imlitheal / Mark Hunson