A/N: Well, hello there! This is Seb, and as of now, am a beginner author writing my first story! I've always wanted to write one, but never thought I was any good and lost motivation to finish the story before I even began.. But right now, I think that the best thing for me to do is just simply: write. Just, write to my heart's content and simply don't stop. So, here is my first attempt at writing an Ark: Survival Evolved fanfic.

The Trinity Gods

It had taken a few minutes for his senses to return. He didn't know exactly how long he had been laying there. All he knew is, one moment there was blackness; the next, he was conscious. If conscious was the right term to use for the situation, that is. Unable to see, move, or feel; "Am I dead?" he wondered. His panic rose as the blackness in his mind grew more and more constricted. His struggle to find something to cling to was cut short, however, by a small chirp to his left. Wait, a chirp?- He could hear apparently and was obviously aware of spatial perception.

The chirp, more insistent, blared through his eardrum again. His finger twitched, yes, he was slowly regaining control of his body. Mustering all of his strength, he desperately urged his arm to bend. With a deep breath, he forged on to put his weight on the one arm. Yellow, no, a tan light it seemed, filled his eyes. A soft and dusty feeling crushed between his fingers as he took a grip into the surface beneath him. Sand, he determined, was he in the desert? The taste of salt on his tongue, cold wetness on his lower body. "No, a beach.." he thought to himself. Finally managing to lift himself up, he took a look around him as the bright white light permeated his eyes and he adjusted to the sunlight.

Adjusting his legs, he sat cross-legged on a sandy beach with no recollection on how he had gotten there. "Let's see, where am I?..." he muttered aloud, turning his head to the left. To his left, a large elevation blocked his view of whatever lay beyond. Palm trees and boulders lined the beach, whereas thicker oaks grew along the crest of the hill. A small trail led between a dip in the ridge farther along the shore, perhaps heading inland. Ahead of him, shade covered the thin line of sand between the stream and a smaller hill on his right; large and weathered trees cast darkness over the inlet. At the very edge of the river, the water pooled into a minuscule lake and the hill to his right curled around to meet the ridge on his left. In other words, he had found himself in a small river cove with the ocean stretching behind him as far as the eye could see. Salt filled his nose, along with the tropical humid smells of a jungle and faint whiffs of fruits or berries.

Finally glancing down at himself, he saw that he was only clothed in damp cloth fashioned into makeshift pants. His arms ached from his earlier ordeal, but now that his body had fully awakened, the pain had subsided from excruciation agony to a mild throbbing soreness. Standing up, he almost screamed and fell as he stepped on something that immediately pulled back with a sharp screech. A small lizard, about the size of his forearm, hissed at him as it turned its back side away from him. He had stepped on its tail, he presumed and was trying to keep that part away from him. Taking time to observe the lizard, he was amazed by its features, nothing he had ever seen before. It was thin, slender, and small; longer than it was wide, and looked like any other lizard. The thing that drew his eyes, however, was its massive fins. While the lizard itself only reached his ankle, it had long hockey-stick shaped feather-like scales protruding vertically from it's back, tripling its hight. While its frills were an ink-blot mix of cyan and vivid red, its body was an iridescent mix of colors, mainly a faint midnight purple which looked pale black at an angle.

After a brief stare-down, the lizard walked away and he decided to give it some space lest the feisty animal decides to nip a finger off. The man, strolling over to the clear river and looking in his reflection, began to think about who he was. What he was capable of, where he was; in the water, he saw a slightly tan face, possibly Caucasian or Latino. He had a mop of curly dark brown hair, the shorter bottom hair reached his nape but the long curls on top fluffed all over his face and stuck up at least double its hight. He had longer-than-usual eyelashes, a wispy stubble of short hairs covered his cheeks and mouth. Dark chocolate colored eyes stared back at him, like caramel at night. Looking down at himself now, he saw that he wasn't very muscular at all. Not skinny, not fat, not muscular, he looked quite average and in between in his own opinion. "Name, name, what's my name?" he mumbled to himself, trying his best to bring up fuzzy memories. "K... Ka, Kaden- no, Karen, Kah... KAZUMA!" he shouted, full of excitement at the fuzzy ripple of a thought clearing, allowing him to remember.

All at once, a painful slice cut through his head, a sharp and sudden headache. He snapped out of his trance, and realized something he should have realized much earlier; he wasn't alone here. His mind had forced his conscious away from himself, and he took the time to notice the small birds walking around to his left, by the river. They were plump and feathered, but the wings looked too small to sustain flight. They waddled around on stumpy legs and looked quite stupid, but their beaks were menacingly sharp. He decided not to approach them because although they seemed peaceful, he was scared they might attack him. Taking a small sip of the clear water, enjoying the refreshing taste, he walked towards the hill to his right. Walking through some small waist high bushes, Kazuma was surprised to find bright, juicy looking berries in a vivid shade of blue. Picking some and then eating a few, he found he did not like the deep blue berries; they tasted quite strong and left a pungent taste in his mouth that he couldn't exactly explain.

Continuing to walk along, he noticed that he was heating up and the sun was directly above him, probably around 1-2 PM. "Well, if the sun is moving then that means eventually, night time will come. Probably won't be good to be caught outside when that hits…" He was scared of what terrors might be lurking in the dense forest to his left. He grabbed a bundle of sticks he found amongst the light grass and short foliage, and piled them on the beach, close to where he woke up. Wandering back amongst the light treeline to his right, (now knowing that on the other side of the hill was more beach that reached farther inland), he heard a small shriek and the sounds of tiny thumping feet. A small lizard, about the same size of the frilled one, ran up to him and stared at him from below. This one stood on two legs and had bright plumage sticking from it's head, and it was quite bold; it even hissed at him and tried to nip his toes. He backed away, slightly annoyed but not wanting to hurt the small lizard. He thought to himself, "Should I hurt these animals for simply wanting to survive?" He shook his head, deciding to avoid conflict if possible. Testing peace, he grabbed a few berries and offered them to the inquisitive reptile. It turned its head away in disgust, before scampering off though.

The sun was farther now, perhaps 4 or 5 PM, almost evening he assumed. He'd need to find shelter, and quick, so he scouted. Looking around, he noticed that near the hills on his right that he cleverly named "Right Slope", it flattened out near the top while still offering light protection in a crescent around him; a makeshift spot to sleep, hiding in the shrubbery. Grabbing some sticks and a thick branch, as well as some berries and fiber, he hiked up the short distance before settling amongst some light bushes. A few times, he noticed the small hockey stick lizard scampering around. At one point, it even got in a little skirmish with one of the small plumage reptiles. Man, he needed to name these things in order to keep track. Absently drawing the hockey stick lizard in the dirt, he thought about possible names to give it…

Well, as someone who rarely writes, I tried my best to make this long for you guys! Almost 1.5K in one chapter, idk if I can do this every time :'0 -- Anyways, please comment any feedback, advice, ideas, suggestions, anything because I'm a total noob and need every bit of help I can get! Also- since Kaz has no knowledge of dinosaurs and the Ark is just an island (not a post-apocalyptic space station, I.E No implants or obelisks), he'll be giving custom names to dinosaurs. For instance, he'd call Compsognathus "Scampers" or "Ankle Biters" or "Fiesty Chickens" so name ideas for A. Dinosaurs and B. Tame Names would be nice

Anyways, thank you all! I'll be writing more if this thing ever picks up with a few people; I dont wanna keep writing for days on end if no one reads this uwu; Cya!

- Seb