Chapter 2 - The game, once more, is afoot.
Here was a field of green grass. A few flowers dotted up around a particular spot, in the centre of which lay a blond boy, in fancy black and green robes, lined with green thread. Suddenly, though rather nonchalantly, a tall man in a dapper suit sprung out of the ground in a small puff of smoke, which was an illusion, as was the man himself.
Maxwell, or rather, the illusion of Maxwell, grinned at the boy that lay on the ground, half asleep. The unreal image, in a condescending tone, said "Say pal, you don't look so good. You'd better find something to eat before night comes."
And with that, he vanished back into ground from whence he came.
When Draco Malfoy woke up, it wasn't where he remembered going to sleep. In fact, he didn't remember going to sleep at all. The last thing he remembered was accepting the radio's request, and then, some sort of thing emerged from it, dragging him into the ground.
He shuddered at the thought, and, shaking his head, decided to look around to distract himself.
He looked around, and saw that he was in a field, with ocean to three sides, and a forest to the last side, where, coincidentally, the sun was slowly rising, about halfway to noon. A lot of plant life decorated the field, from small trees, to large carrots, to medium sized bushes covered with red berries. Feeling a bit peckish, he gathered some berries and ate them, slowly.
With nowhere else to go, he walked into the forest, hoping that it was the far side of the forbidden forest, and saw something that made his blood curdle.
It was a skeleton, with a spear shoved through its ribcage, and still holding an axe it had probably used as an impromptu weapon.
"Well, you won't be needing this anymore, heh heh..." Draco laughed nervously, as he, with quite a bit of force, ripped the axe from the skeletons hands.
And then he realised something that made his heart sink even more than it already had. The spear had been shoved into the corpse from underneath, which meant that he was nowhere near the forbidden forest, since the only creatures that made tools in the forbidden forest were centaurs, and they were too tall to do this.
Spotting a dirt path through a long, but not wide, clearing of trees, Draco quickly walked along it, wanting to find a nicer place to be in, but also wary of what killed the skeleton with the spear stuck through it.
Good afternoon, readers. This chapter was made late at night, and might not be of the quality that the later chapters will be, but hopefully this is also good.