He awoke.
"uhuhg," he mutter, regarding a sharp pain in his side. The only thing his mind could relate to this pain was that of a serous injury, something possibly that of a stab, or deep cut. He slowly moved his arm down to his side, and gently pressed upon the pain, making sure not to arouse further pain. "No," he thought as he gently placed his hand on his cloak, "there isn't blood, nothing wet, or soaked at that, but I have to get up, I don't even know where I am." He slowly sat up, letting out a gasp about halfway through the process. "Good, I'm not... haha, I'm not dead." He proceeded to say quietly, looking about him, given that only a minute setting is apparent while lying on the ground, face up. He absorbed his surroundings, like any other sane human being. "Trees. Just trees. Huh, well ill be damned, grass too!"
The boy, whom has been introduced to you through this short paragraph, is some one who would be regarded to as young, however had a moderately deep voice. His appearance, well, he is none the less human, with black hair, and a height sticking him somewhere barley above 6 feet and 2 inches and he appeared somewhere between the age of 20 to an approximated 22. His hair, can be described as a shining black, with plenty of curls in the front that always pointed to his right, or the sky. His eyes, that of a deep brow, but often misconceived as black. His figure, if you haven't already assume, tall and slim. Enough though, back to the legitimate story.
He presumed he was, none the less, alone. That's usually how he spent his time, alone. Strange though, he felt as if he was being watched, so he stood, trying his luck to avoid the potential predator, whether be it be a feral, or something with the intent of assassination, he presumed it was best to keep his gaze away and pretend he didn't notice, however he did notice the reassuring weight of a steel sword at his waist. He proceed to walk away from the gaze, which he had no way of knowing what it was, let alone whether or not it was alive.