"Ugh".
As I floated through the realms of conscience and subconscious, a constant throbbing pain appeared. It came gradually until it felt like my head had been smashed into a thick plane of glass repeatedly. However, the pain helped me from sinking into what might have an eternal sleep.
Pushing the pain aside for a moment, I tried to assess my situation. My limbs felt slow and heavy, but at least I could feel them. Other than the obvious headache, I sensed no other injuries. If I could just open my eyes, I'd be able to somewhat pinpoint my location. But I couldn't. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. A bubble of panic arose from my being gurgled from between my lips. I noticed my voice sounded strange: too high and strangled to belong to me. I had to get a grip. No amount of panicking were going to help me. Slowly, I began to calm down. I had to figure out what happened and how I got where I am now. Random images colored my vision: a girl talking, an older lady applying a chaste kiss to my cheek, browsing through a antique shop. I sucked in a sharp breath.
'THAT'S IT', I thought suddenly. More images flooded my mind. Instead of going the usual way to school, I decided to take a detour which brought me to "Fugio's Antique Palace". It sold useless crap no one their right mind would buy, yet had been there since I was a baby. Every time I passed it, I felt like someone was tugging at my back. I usually ignored to sensation, but today I couldn't. Stepping into the cool interior, I began to question my sanity.
"I'm skipping school to wonder a stupid shop looking for kami-knows-what. Yep, I've hit the deep end." However, that didn't stop me from continuing the futile search. After looking at statues, paintings, and other useless junk I was about to return on my way to school- now two hours late- when a glint caught my eye. Just several rows over to my left, a wicked pair of swords hung on display. Curiosity thoroughly peaked, I advane to the weapons as if guided by an invisible thread. "Cool." My voice a whisper that sounded too loud to my ears. One of the blades was pure ebony black with the word "DESTRUCTION" written in firery red kanji. The other was milky white with "CREATION" written in curvy blue. Both hilts were oak brown with a quarter sized emerald embedded in it. My hand instinctively shot out to caress the dark blade heedless of the 'DO NOT TOUCH' sign. It was both hot and cold to the touch. Intranced, i traced a lazy line from tip to hilt pausing at the jewel. A sudden blinding light emerged from the orbs and I heard screaming; definitly my own.
'Great. All this because I can't keep my hands to myself.' I attempt to open my eyes once more and this time succeed. I find myself in a thick green forest as crisp air fill my lungs. 'That's settled. I'm definitly not in the city', I joke. I gather enough strength to pull myself into a sitting position and the world spins. I cradle my head in the fetal position trying really hard not to puke. It takes a couple of minutes, but the urge to throw leaves and I can safely look around. The trees are gigantic in height and width. 'I bet it would take 5 of me to stand its width.' I think amazed. Slowly I stand to get a better sense of surround and instanly regret to decision. A familiar glint once agains catches my eye and I spot the two banes of my existence lying not even 5 feet from me. 'Awesome. I'm lost AND a theft.' I roll my eyes and stoop to pick the swords. A sudden rustling earns my attention and I freeze on instinct. It came from behind, but I have absolutely no intentions on turning around. Instead I silently pray to whatever god listening that it's something harmless. The rustling increases and the spell is broken. I cautiously turn to see two serpent orbs bigger than my head staring at me full of hunger. My legs turn to jelly as the creature reveals more of its 50ft body. Four things happen all at once: I scream, an inhuman voice commands me to run, the snake lunges forward, and I run the swords still in my hand.