Chapter One
All he could see was blackness, but he could feel and hear things around him. He heard a sound which his brain told him was the sound of a tide, and felt a sensation that his brain told him was heat. Was he on a beach? He opened his eyes, but soon regretted that choice as his tender eyes were burned by a blinding light, which he soon connected to the word Sun.
He put a hand above his face, and opened his eyes again. This time, his hand blocked the intense light of the sun, and he got a chance to look around and get his bearings. On his left, there was a wall of rocks, assumingly a bunch of tiny rocks stacked atop each other with amazing skill. It looked like a canyon, only a million times smaller. To his right was a huge body of water, which his brain told him, was the ocean.
"Am I on a scale set of a beach?" He asked. He turned himself onto his stomach, and pushed his hands against the sand. They pushed in deeply, leaving handprints perfectly matching his hands, but he still managed to stand. The canyon was attached to a large field of green stuff, which is brain told him was grass. For some reason, he had a feeling this was no set, and decided to test that theory. He pulled his foot back, and kicked the canyon. With a massive sound, like a giant boulder being smashed to pieces, a large section of the canyon began to crumble. Meanwhile, a sensation his brain called pain shot up his entire leg. It was like he kicked an actual rock.
"Okay," he said, "this is certainly no set." He looked around, and then he saw her. She was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She had fair white skin, and wore a red button up shirt, blue jeans, and brown sandals. She had ivory hair, and had some orange headphones on her head. Her eyes were shut, and her head was slightly bouncing around. Attached to those headphones was a white device, with a screen, and a few buttons with symbols on them. His brain told him she was listening to music, and was really absorbed in it, so she was completely oblivious to the canyon destruction.
He decided to talk to her and ask here where the heck he was. As he walked over to her, the ground shook with every step. That was weird, he wasn't stomping. The woman seemed to feel the shaking, because her eyes opened. She looked at him, and seemed completely shocked. She hit a button on her device, took the headphones away from her ears to rest them on her shoulders, and approached the man. The ground was shaking as she took a step too. Was SHE stomping? He didn't know. She got close to him, and asked him something.
"Were you hit by a blue glowing meteor as well?" Was the question. What a rather unusual one at that. Did she start all of her conversations with everyone she met like that?
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"Were you hit by a blue glowing meteor?" She asked again, so she must have been genuine in that, not just kidding around. He thought, but he could find nothing in his brain.
"Not that I'm aware of," he said.
"Then how the heck did you get so tall?" she asked, sliding her device in her pocket before putting her hands on her hips. She was roughly a head shorter than him.
"I don't know." He said, "Puberty?"
"Very funny," she said, "if Puberty can make you fifty feet tall, we must have some mutation in our genes."
"Wait a minute," he said, "fifty feet tall? That's crazy talk." She looked to be taken aback by that comment.
"You mean," she said, "you don't know?"
"Know what?" he said, confused and somewhat annoyed with this woman.
"Let me explain," she said. "I was hit by a glowing blue meteor, and I grew to forty nine feet tall. And here you are standing at Fifty feet tall. Puberty can't make you fifty feet tall, unless you have Godzilla for a Dad. So, answer me this: Who are you?" He couldn't believe it: He was drawing a blank on his own name.
"Uhhh," was all he could manage.
"You don't know your own name?" she asked him. He nodded, dumbfounded.
"Well," she said, "I better get you help. Follow me." She turned around and began walking. He had no choice but to follow. Where was this woman leading him?