Pain…. All I could feel was pain. Dark, cold, endless pain. After what seemed like an eternity, it started to ease up, and I was able to hear again. I heard the sea rocking forward and backwards, gently caressing the beach. I sat up and tried to remember where I was, and how I got here. Hm…nothing. I couldn't remember anything, not where I was, why I was here, or even… what my name was. Who am I? Why am I here? I opened my eyes and was greeted with the brightness of a thousand suns upon me. I shielded my eyes with my arm and thought about what I should do. Obviously I should try to get off the island, but how? Tired of asking myself questions, I decided to explore the island, or whatever it was. I walked and walked…. But found nothing to help me. As it started getting late, I realized I had nowhere to sleep. "Shit," I cursed as I stubbed my toe on a rock. I looked down at the accursed rock, and noticed something very strange about it. I picked it up and held it up against what little remaining light their was. The rock appeared to shimmer, it's green light dazzling me. I then noticed it had what looked like sinew on it. I tried to pull it off but I then noticed that the rock was strung. Deciding to keep it as a good luck charm, I put it around my neck and noticed it lit up the slightest bit. After about another 10 minutes of walking, I found an old tree to rest in. Their had been a huge hole sliced into it and I was very thankful for whoever had did it. As I curled up in the old tree, I heard something. It was a wail, of extreme pain and grief. It was faint at first, and I dismissed it as a trick of the mind. But steadily it grew louder. Louder and louder it got, until I knew something was amiss. Swallowing my fear, I crawled out of my "home" and looked to the left. Nothing. To my right. Nothing. "Hm, guess I'm just losing my mind," I spoke to myself. All of a sudden the hairs on my neck pricked up and I got cold chills. I turned to my left again, and gasped at what I saw. It was a boar with a bloodied woman at its feet. But it wasn't a normal boar, however. It had eyes as red as the blood of a freshly killed lamb. And it's tusks, as long as swords, just begging to slice me to bits. I looked closer at the boar, and noticed it's eyes changed colors. Red, to black, back to red again they shifted. The woman appeared to be alive, I could've sworn I saw her chest heave just the tiniest bit. I finally brought my gaze back to the beast. Then the most stunning thing of all, it talked. In a voice that chilled me to the very core of my existence, it rasped those words, "Give me…the Galator." Then blackness. Utter blackness.
