Note: I will probably not be updating this consistently. One week I may update six times, the next there may be nothing. So far I have been adding new chapters, but I haven't gotten any reviews :(, so I'm not sure if I should have longer chapters less frequently or what. Enjoy! :P
Roars and howls rippled through the air, the sound curving strangely through different gasses as he fell in circles. Gravity fluctuated, sometimes strong and confident, sometimes balking like a frightened horse. Faces erupted out of nowhere, as night curved across the western half of his vision. It wove in and out of a wave of blue, but a strange reddish blue that seemed to pierce his eyes and deepen the darkness and strengthen it as it danced in and out of the bright light of a sun that burned for seconds before its shape twisted into that of a lake with tall orange mushrooms growing upside down. Their bright caps dived down into the murk.
A heartbeat he fell there, a heartbeat he floated, and it was all so ethereal, so dreamlike and surreal, that he wondered if he were really awake, or even really alive. All this was thought with emotions and images however, for the boy knew no language. Then, the world was torn, and a gash opened in the universe. Its inside was a deep, empty grey. It would have been impossible to look upon, so infinite and bleak, but sprinkled through that emptiness were stars of brightest gold, beautiful and inviting. Into this hole he fell, and the deep grey turned to black.
He awoke among tall trees, and felt the dappled light, warm against his skin. A strange dream, one he barely remembered, had disturbed his nap. It also seemed have disturbed his memory, or rather, deleted it. In his mind's eye, a picture formed of deep red berries nestled among the trees of the forest, and knew he could eat them. Every time he encountered a new food, he immediately knew whether or not it was edible. Puzzled but not particularly concerned, he wondered for months among the trees, sleeping atop gnarled roots whenever he was tired, eating rich nuts and sweet fruits whenever he was hungry, and drinking from cheery streams whenever he was thirsty.
The roots would whisper to him, and it was they who had been telling him what to eat. Grass sang under his feet of the life-giving sun and of birds soft feathers threading through their blades. He would eat a fruit, and it would tell him to spread its seeds. All the green things in the forest spoke to him, telling him where to find what he needed. In return, he planted hundreds of seeds of all shapes and sizes in the best places. His life revolved around the shafts of sunlight that trickled down through the emerald leaves of his home.
Eventually he came to a long, straight scar in the forest, shiny and black. It was night, with stars spattered across the night sky and the moon shedding silver light onto the trees. He cautiously placed one bare foot upon the scar, and found that it was rough and hard. As he walked along it, there was a screech from behind and he was thrown forward. Landing on one arm, he heard crack and fire spread from his wrist to his shoulder. Blood oozed from the scrapes and scratches that peppered every inch of his skin. Then, a crash shattered what was left of the night's majesty.