My eyes fluttered partIally open. It seemed like earlier in the morning than I had remembered. Just as I attempted to sit up, a sharp pain tore through my legs. It became apparent to me that not only did my legs break my fall, but it seemed that the fall had broken something in return.

I immediately knew that it was nothing major, as I had no trouble maintaining consciousness. I slowly sat up, being conscious of what I had just done to my legs. Then what I noticed brought all of my attention to what I was looking at. There were trees above and around me. I don't remember this.

I fully sat up, only to realise that I was in an entirely different place. The ledge that I had came from disappeared, and everything was replaced by flat ground. The familiar pine trees had all disappeared as well.

I started to develop a feeling of concern. It even smells different here… wherever I am. As the words recited through my mind, my stomach growled greedily. I went to take my backpack off, only do feel air in its place. "What the…" I said aloud as I spotted it a few feet to the left of a nearby tree. I flopped onto my side to retrieve my bag. Still aching from the fall, I propped myself up against the tree with the bag in my hand. I greedily tore open the bag, only to find my fruit bars and other food items had been replaced with strange fruits and seasoned dried meats. The plastic bottles had been replaced by a large metal flask.

I just stared down at the contents of my bag, almost sensing the look of utter confusion on my face. I could feel my face start to heat up and turn red from confusion and partial embarrassment. I took a piece of the dried meat out of the bag, regardless of every fiber of my being screaming at me not to. I threw it around in my hands, making sure I wasn't dreaming.

I stopped tossing the steak around, feeling rather silly over the matter. I took a fairly good sized bite of the meat, which for some reason I couldn't tasted fine, but was nothing special. Dream meat I thought. I chucked at the thought. That was when the thought came to my mind. What if this really isn't a dream… "After all, i'm pretty sure that this will hurt" I spoke to nobody in particular. I reached balled my hand into a fist, and tapped near my ankle. The pain already present in my body shot up another magnitude, forcing out a small yelp. Interesting… I thought. I reassured myself by thinking of my past.

I am Alex. I am 19 years old. I was born on January 23rd, 1997. The current date is June 3rd. 2016. I come from- I hesitated - a family from which I was not loved. I am an-orphan... I cringed as the last phrase completed the thought. Sure that I was in fact not dreaming, I zipped my bag and stood, towering 5 feet and 10 inches up. I was slim, I had to admit. I was not muscular, but my wits made up for it in combat. I had self-taught myself fighting, but rarely had to use it. In all of the four situations, I had turned out on top.

But for some reason now, even if this wasn't a fight, I didn't feel like I had turned out on top. I felt like a stranger in a strange land. Deciding that I didn't have much of a choice. I grabbed the wrap out of my bag and got to work on my right ankle. I removed my boots and socks, and applied the wrap necessary. I opened my medkit, and took out the bottle of painkillers it contained. I took two.

I spotted a nearby stick, and selected it fit as a walking stick. I had just stood up, when I heard a sharp rustling sound that seemed to be approaching very quickly. It was getting louder, and quicker. I tensed up, realising I was in the middle of the clearing. Being injured, I wasn't able to move fast enough.

Amber's POV:

"Get back here!" screamed master. I had escaped from his grasp, moments before. I had managed to convince him to release my cuffs and binding spells, so I could help carry the supplies for our trip that we were to depart on that evening. Removing the cuffs granted me the ability to make a run for it.

I ran through the forest, following no path. I glanced behind me, realising the mistake all too late. My paw impacted the root, causing my lower half to stop short. I landed with a THUD. I quickly pushed off of the ground to get back up and running, to resume my life or death sprint.

I was clearly out running him. "When I catch you, you will suffer for the rest of your days!" He screamed, further away this time. I need to focus on where i'm going! I thought, almost losing my balance to another stick.

I shot past two unknowing guards in a small clearing. Luckily, I was light enough on my feet to slip past unnoticed. I prayed the same would go for my master. It appeared that they failed to notice him, nor he notice them. I thanked the gods that I wouldn't have to deal with extra heat on my tail- Literally, I half giggled, half nervously laughed. I resumed my sprint

I focused on the task at hand. Make it out of earshot and sight, then keep running from there. It sounded so simple. Yet somehow I knew it would never be that simple. I spotted a larger clearing than the last one up ahead. I prayed that nobody would be around.

I glanced down as I neared the clearing,attempting to avoid any slip-ups. I was panting from exhaustion and fear. I wasn't looking where I was going. I saw the boy all too late.

Alex's POV:

The animal shot out of the lush, dense forest, not looking where it was going. The furry creature slammed into me at what felt like terminal both toppled the the ground, pain ripping throughout my body as I landed hard on my leg. What the hell! I nearly screamed as the 'thing' stood back up and attempted to run. Demanding answers, I instinctively reached out and grabbed its ankle, just above the foot before it could go.

The thing hit the ground face first. It turned over to make eye contact with me, a look of mixed emotions on its face. It showed pain, confusion, and a look of absolute terror that burned into my vision. With what time I still seemed to have, I quickly attempted to identify the creature. It had a body that appeared human, except for more than a few things setting it apart. A few strange things... The humanoid creature was covered in something that I could only describe as a coat of red-orange fur. Its face, or rather muzzle was covered in white fur, which carried down the neck and into the shirt. Large green eyes met mine. The thing had its "ears" laid back in a threatening way. It had a horrified expression on its face.

"I have you n-!" someone said behind me, stopping short as he caught sight of me. I released my grip, and turned to face a man wearing a brown cloak. His hair was long and black, not to mention matted to his head by what appeared to be sweat. He held a sword in his right hand, and stood in a threatening fighting stance. He gripped his sword with two hands. Of course. I quickly drew my knife from my bag, as I released the grip on the creature.. The man only laughed as the creature began to crawl away. "What do you want!" I demanded. I could sense the panic in my voice.

The shorter, leaner man replied "I only want what's rightfully mine." He pointed his sword at the creature. At least where it had been. I didn't notice. I did notice the look of confusion that crossed his face. I could feel anger starting to build up. This is definitely not a friendly encounter. He was obviously referring to the creature which had now seemed to vanish. No matter what that thing was, I felt it in the tone of his voice. He didn't mean it kindly, as if the thing belonged to him. Not just as a pet or companion. The force and attitude behind his harsh words pushed me over my boiling point.. I could feel the heat start to build up inside of me. He has got to be crazy. That, or I am: no matter.

Knowing nothing about the situation, I leapt, pushing with my good leg towards the man, visions of what felt like the previous night flashing through my mind. As if in slow motion, the man raised his sword to counter my knife. Not quick enough. I drove the knife into the man's chest. He shouted out in pain as we both fell, me on top of him.

He wasn't ready to give up yet. He brought the hand not still holding the sword up to my shoulder. It impacted hard, causing me to be thrown off of him and to the side. He drew the knife out of his chest, yelling out in pain. I attempted to turn and push off of the ground, but he was quicker to get onto his feet than I. My attempt to get up was to slow, as I was only to be caught by the man's knee. It impacted my side, knocking me onto my back once again.

I noticed the distance the man was standing away from me. I took the shot, and threw my healthy leg out as hard as I could, impacting his foot. He remained upright, but the shock of my hit gave me the temporary advantage. It gave me the time to stand up, and grab a nearby branch while doing so. He turned to bring his sword down upon me. I swung the branch up over my head to counter his hit, in hopes of saving myself. I heard the sharp sound of metal impacting wood at a high velocity. The wood didn't split, but it swallowed the sword in the process. I threw the branch with the sword still stuck in it over my head and to the side.

He shot out with his right hand. It felt amazing as his fist landed in my palm halfway- I had countered his hit. However, I was not prepared for his left hand to follow. It impacted my ribcage, emitting a sensation of pain. That's gonna leave a mark. He's going to regret that.

I attempted to throw a punch in return. As my fist flew, I saw my hunting knife swing out from his previously unoccupied left hand. I attempted to dodge his sloppy form, but in doing so missed the punch. His swing with my hunting knife resulted to a slash wound on the right side of my ribs. The pain shot throughout my body in waves, and blood soaked my shirt. He threw out his elbow while I attempted to recover from the slice. My balance was thrown off, and I forcefully impacted the ground yet again. I am better than this! He sat his knee across my chest, causing pain where the soreness from what felt like the previous night. He held my own knife to my throat.

"Any last words, foolis-" He began to say with a tone to his voice indicating that I wasn't to get out of this one easily, if at all; especially alive. His breath smelled rancid, and reeked of alcohol and poor personal hygiene. His words were cut short by an incredibly loud THWACK.

His body went limp, as he hunched over and fell to the ground. I followed shortly thereafter. My vision clouded over with blackness.