NOTE: The chapters after the 3rd get longer (longer than 2500 words) just wanted to mention that in case someone decided against reading this because of chapter length.

"Shit!" Froggy blurted out as he fell onto the hard surface of grass and dirt. He had spent the last 30 minutes wandering in an endless black void before this world materialized before him. He let out a sharp cry of pain, too occupied with his presumably broken leg to take in the sight that surrounded him. After a few seconds, he slowly picked himself up. He tried walking normally, but his leg quickly gave out and he collapsed, letting out another cry of pain as he rolled around to ease the pain.

Once the pain had faded away considerably, he raised his head to examine his surroundings.

It looked like he was in a forest with a little hill looming in the distance. To his right was a pond a meter away. Would've been a good place to land on, he thought. To his left was a dark pathway that did not in the least bit interest him. All that was on his mind was on how he was going to get back home. He tried to remember what happened before he got dumped into that black void, but his memory was serving him well as his leg was.

He decided to trek through the forest, hoping to find some signs of civilization. It can't all be nature from here on out, could it?

He slowly started to limp towards that hill he saw earlier, he didn't know why a hill would be a good sign for civilization, but it was the only remarkable thing in this area right now.

1 HOUR LATER

A few squirrels were walking alongside each other as Froggy watched, envying their ability to walk around freely, not having to deal with a broken leg and having each other to keep them company.

Speaking about his leg, Froggy finally collapsed near a tree, incapable of taking the pain any longer. He had been limping for over an hour, but he still was very far away from that hill. He pulled the sleeve of his blue and black pants and inspected his broken leg. There were no obvious signs of injury except a red mark the size of a football.

He tried to get up, but the pain was too much and he promptly sat down again, leaning against a tree. He wasn't bleeding, so he would live but he'd probably die of dehydration, or get swallowed by a pack of slimes. Either way, unless someone found him, he was a goner.

He looked around, noticing a bird was on one of the branches of the tree he was sitting against. It chirped a few times before flying away, leaving Froggy forever.

5 MINUTES LATER

Froggy was observing his surroundings, taking in the sight of the clouds, trees and breathing the fresh air. Might as well enjoy nature to the fullest before dying. He still couldn't believe he was going to go out like this. He imagined he'd die fighting some monster to protect the citizens or something, though mostly that was a fantasy he just liked thinking about. A few minutes later, he left that train of thought, remembering it wasn't gonna matter soon anyway.

Sometimes the occasional critter would hop past, not even take a glance at Froggy before going on its way. But this time one of those critters happened to be a slime.

His survival instincts quickly kicked in, despite reminding himself earlier he wasn't going to flinch if something attacked him. He took a deep breath and began to crawl away from the slime hopping towards him, planning to kick it with his good leg if it got too close. He came to a halt when his back collided with the trunk of a tree, and he certainly didn't have time to change direction as the slime was only a meter away. He began to hyperventilate, jerking his head from side to side rapidly to find something that would help him defend against the gelatinous bastard.

His swiftly moving gaze fixated on a stick that was thick and long, but also light enough to grab. Perfect, he thought as leaned over to his side to grab it and swung it horizontally to find out... The slime was gone? and apparently dead too, as bits of green gel were spread out over the grass, and one even on his pants.

"Huh?" He said, perplexed by the mysterious force that apparently murdered the slime. He looked to his left to spot an arrow planted on the dirt, and to his right to spot a person with a bow, chuckling to himself as he walked over to the kill site.

The person inspected a bit of slime gel before walking over to Froggy, offering his hand to him. Froggy decided against that, as his leg was clearly not in the state to stand.

"I just saved you. At least take my hand as means of saying thanks." The person asserted. His blond hair looked old and not washed in a while. His clothes were dusty and not taken care of in a while.

Froggy said nothing but just glared at him, showing him the huge red mark on his leg. The person changed his facial expression to more of an "oh" look and pulled out a healing potion from his backpack.

"Here. Should fix your leg right up." Froggy took the red drink from him, inspecting it closely to figure what the hell this liquid was.

"Um, what the hell is this?" Froggy queried, he was smart enough to not ingest any consumable matter before he knew what it was.

"It's a healing potion. It should heal your leg."

"Potion? Don't you mean to call it medicine?" Froggy replied, curious at why he called it a potion.

"Call it whatever you want, just drink it if you want to keep living." He snarkily replied, crossing his arms and waiting for Froggy to drink it.

Froggy raised an eyebrow and took a little sip. It was surprisingly very tasty and seemed to ease the pain in his leg too. He took another sip, but accidentally drank the whole bottle without realizing.

He gave the bottle back to the person, inspecting his leg to see if his injury got any better. "Wow, that's some quick antidote dude holy shit." His red mark had dissipated completely, and now he could stand up without a care in the world. His neutral face now turned into a huge grin as the guide pulled out his bow from his back.

"Thanks. Nice to meet you." Froggy said as his eyes sparkled with joy.

"You too. My name is Logan, what's yours?"

"Froggy."

The two stared at each other for a while, looking for a thing to say. Surprisingly, Froggy could not find anything to ask this Logan guy, despite him being the first person he met during his time here.

"Sooo... What is this place?" He asked, expecting an answer with excitement.

"It's an island."

"No. I meant as- as- as to why are there- why is there nobody around?"

"Because we're technically in the wilderness of the world. You don't see people very often in a normal forest, do you?" Logan explained.

"Ok. Makes sense. Then why are there-

"I'll explain everything in my cabin. Just follow me before it gets dark." The blonde man cut him off, raising his hand as a way to silence him.

"Sure." Froggy snorted as he followed the man towards a hill.