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Wanderlust: Chapter 1 | Location: Unknown | Date: Unknown
Danny groaned as he slowly became aware of the world around him. His head throbbed and his body ached. His eyes, clenched shut, slowly fluttered open. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light, minimal as it was.
The first thing Danny realized was that he was laying face first on cold, hard ground and that stone surrounded him; was he in some kind of corridor? With a grunt Danny propped himself up on his arms and took a moment to better survey his surroundings.
"What is this place, some kind of castle?" He quietly muttered to himself as his eyes trailed up and down the walls, down the corridor before and behind him, then above him, before finally resting at the space where his palms held him up. "What…" Danny breathed out, the exclamation barely audible.
There, sandwiched between his right palm and the floor, was a crumpled, torn piece of parchment. It was just slightly larger than his hand, Danny noted. The halfa furrowed his brows at it, confused at what it could be. Danny stared at it a good few seconds, there beneath his hand, before he eventually righted himself into a cross-legged sitting position, grasping the thick paper with him as he did so.
Reflexively, Danny ran a dirtied hand through his dark black hair as he stared at the fragment, trying to place what it was. He flattened it out the best he could against his leg and inspected it closer. One side was void of anything save the white of the parchment, while the other was predominately a mixture of swirling light and dark greens. There also appeared to be an underlying grid pattern across the piece of parchment…
Oh… Danny's icy blue eyes widened, his mind alit with recognition, OH! He knew what this was! It was "The Infi-map!" Danny exclaimed as he leaned forward and stared intensely at the fragment of the infamous item, now clutched tightly between both of his hands. And yet, Danny frowned, the jubilation of having solved the mystery dropping from his face entirely.
With the recognition of the map came the recollection of what had led to its – and Danny's – current state.
Danny let his hands drop loosely into his lap as he took another look about him. "I'd better figure out where I am first," he affirmed, "and then work out how to get back." With a slight nod to himself, Danny picked himself up from the ground, dusting off his jeans as he stood. He started forward, idly rolling up the fragment as he did, before placing it in his pocket – he wouldn't want to be losing it anytime soon.
AN: I was going to write more, but this felt like a more natural place to stop the chapter.
This is loosely based around a story concept I've been mulling over for a few months now. I say loosely because this is mainly just a spur of the moment kind of thing; just writing as the ideas come, with nothing really planned out as of now. I honestly don't know how often this will be updated. Probably sporadically, as more ideas come to me, or when inspiration hits. So please bear that in mind, and thank you for reading!
I end this chapter with a question: Who do you see Danny meeting first?