Despite several minutes of pouting, the river refused to reveal the fish. Trayven knew that fish were in the river (he had some yesterday) but today he couldn't find any. That was ridiculous. There was always fish, even if it was really stormy.

Of course, he could eat something other than fish, but he wouldn't. He wanted fish, not nuts or berries or whatever else he could eat in the forest. He could just find a new river. Actually, he would find a new river. The current one was lame anyway.

He simply had to head home, grab all of his stuff, and move it, which he had done before. He knew the forest very well, and his home was in a pretty open area.

While it wouldn't be hard, it would probably be annoying to relocate. The forest had rough terrain so he tripped often, and there was a fox somewhere near his house that constantly attacked him. Ugh. He might as well head home now.

He had made many houses in the past, but his most recent one was easily his favorite. By using a log that fell against a rock, he was able to place large branches and small trees to make it more like a cave than a proper home. He had his trusty blanket for a floor, and all of his stuff piled in the far corner, against the rock.

His current pile was quite small, being made up of only his cloak for bad weather and a pole he used to keep wild animals (like the fox) away. He also had the clothes he was wearing, and of course his dragonstone, which he kept with him at all times.

His dragonstone was jagged and red like fire. He understood the importance of it, and how it represented his inner strength or something similar, but he just liked looking at it. The red was mesmerising, and even just looking into it caused him to lose track of time.

His cloak, unlike his dragonstone, was not mesmerising. It was plain and brown. The pole was just a long stick, with nothing special about it, besides sentimental value. The blanket was old and smelled funny, but he wasn't about to leave anything behind. With a quick grab, all of his stuff was back in his hands, and it was time to go.

Of course, Trayven didn't actually know where he was going to go, but he knew that he wanted a new river. He picked a direction that he never had gone before, and started walking. For a while, the forest still looked the same way it always did. By the time that he couldn't recognize the scenery, his legs hurt. A lot. And he was hungry.

Ah, right. He was looking for fish earlier. That's why he felt like he hadn't eaten all day. Looking around, he didn't see anything that looked edible. That sucked. Maybe he could try to eat some of the plants around him. There was a flower nearby that looked particularly appetising. While it could be dangerous, it likely wasn't, so he happily ate it. He didn't feel any worse after eating it, so it could only make him feel better to eat more. Luckily, there was no shortage of the flowers around him, so he continued to enjoy them.

After having about a dozen of the flowers, he felt far better. With a full stomach and high morale, he decided to continue his journey to a new river. He began to walk forward, before realizing that he didn't remember which way he was going.

He didn't remember which way he came from either. That made sense. If he didn't know where he was going, how could he know where he came from? Yup. He was totally lost. He could fly above the trees and look around, but transforming was annoying and flying was hard, so he'd rather not.

Being lost sucked. He hated it. Too much waiting was involved, and waiting meant not moving. He wanted to just burn the whole forest to the ground instead of sitting around any longer. Would that be a bad idea? Maybe. It would be hard to find food if he set everything on fire, and those flowers were really good. So he wouldn't want to burn them, right?

Ugh. All this thinking was making him dizzy. The floor was spinning, and it was getting hard to stand. Floor? He clearly wasn't thinking straight. Like how the trees were no longer straight. They were also purple. Not only that, but the flowers were singing. He didn't even know they could do that.

Oh. That was his lunch. Eww. Hey, the trees were starting to sing too. It was pretty. Was it a lullaby? Actually, he was feeling pretty tired, so taking a nap sounded like a really good idea. Yeah, he was gonna do that. The grass was really soft right now, like a pillow.

AN: This is my first fanfiction, so I don't know how this is going to look, display wise. I hope I didn't mess anything up. More then that, this is the first story i've written in years, so the quality will improve rapidly as I get back into the swing of it.

The second chapter is actually already done, but I'm not uploading it for a while in order to keep your guys's expectations low for update speed.

I was originally going to add Marth at the end of this chapter, but the lack of dialogue in this chapter makes me not want to add any.

Thanks for reading.