Kersplash!
The young man awoke in a small pond beneath a waterfall. His golden hair seemed to shine in the sunlight. He wore a yellow shirt and matching pants, and a black belt around his waist. His black shoes were immediately swamped and he felt the water well over his knees. He was soaking wet, having apparently lain in the water for some time. Standing up, he took in his surroundings. Above were two waterfalls, and a large tree log going across both gorges. As he gazed around he could tell he was in a relatively shallow spot, and that there were weren't any fish around. The only life around were large weeds taller then he was.
As he waded towards the shore, he tried to remember where he was but to no avail. He could remember his name, Justin, and that he was a healer traveling the land, but he couldn't remember anything else. As he got up on high land, he immediately checked the area. All around him were the odd weeds, and as he approached one he saw small thorns covering it. Had he tried to walk through, he probably wouldn't have made it very far, and it would have been very painful.
Justin frowned. There didn't seem to be any path or egress, but as he looked closer he saw a small trail that hadn't been used in a long time. Walking across it, he saw that the pond grew into another pond a ways away. As he walked towards it, he then noticed a small stone slab in the pond and a small bridge crossing a narrow part of it. Not wanting to get wet again, he walked across but soon found himself at a point where even more of the weeds grew, but this one of a different variety. While these tall weeds had no thorns, they grew so close together that it was al1 but impassible.
Walking closer, he noticed that the area around the pond dipped in another area allowing passage without leaping in blindly. Justin shrugged and walked into the pond. Seeing a sudden glimmer of light, he walked towards it only to come up at the stone slab. As he stared at it he saw a small mark where a sword might have been stabbed in at one point.
Justin frowned again. "I could have used that sword to cut through the plants," he murmured. However, as he approached the plants again, an idea came to his mind. "If I'm really a healer, I'd have some kind of equipment…" But as he looked at himself he found no pouches or bags for herbs and the like. "Must've dropped it over at the other pond," he murmured to himself again.
Walking back to the other pond, he once again looked up at the bridge. Suddenly seeing a small form begin crossing it, he yelled out "Hello up there! Hey, could somebody give me a hand? I seem to be stuck down here!" The figure turned and looked down, then ran away. "Great. Just great. Now I scared whoever it was and they've gone to get help and kill me," Justin said, "Out of the frying pan, into the fire I suppose…"
He suddenly spotted a small pouch floating gently in the water. Wading up to it, he examined the inside and was shocked to find nothing a small medallion tied to a necklace and an odd pair of gloves. The medallion had an odd resemblance to his face, but one side was black, and the other was white. The gloves, on the other hand, seemed to be a brown pair of gloves with a single rune etched on it Sighing, he took the pouch, medallion, and gloves, and slung the pouch across his shoulder and the medallion around his neck. Walking back to the tall, densely packed weeds, he said to himself, "If I could only make fire..." He was surprised to feel slight warmth emitting from the pouch.
As he held up the pouch to examine it, he noticed odd figures on one side. There were eight in total, and all off them gave him a vague sense of déjà vu. One of the figures, a lizard like being covered in fire, had begun to glow. As he thought to himself what the significance of the figures could be, he noticed the blow becoming brighter as he neared the area where the sword had once been. He took the pouch of and placed it on the slab, and a blinding white light sparked. Blinking rapidly in hopes of quickly gaining his eyesight back, he saw himself staring at a ghostly person. It was about the same height as him, with the same golden hair but cut in a style that Justin had never seen before. He found it odd that the thing looked somewhat like him, then realized how much odder it was that he was staring at a ghost.
After staring at him a while, the apparition lifted a single hand and placed it on Justin's shoulder. He said in halting tones, "You…must be…the one…the one…who…must…find…the sword…" With that the thing vanished.
Justin, pondering what just happened, slowly backed away. The, snatching the pouch, he turned around, only to see the odd bushes out of the way and the path cleared. Deciding on reaching a town first then finding out what happened, he began walking on the trail. Right as h reached the trail, he found a large yellow lump lying on the road. As he neared, he found it was really some type of animal, with large eyes, a big mouth, and two small ears. Seeing it as friendly, Justin moved close as to pet it. Suddenly the thing puffed out its chest and open it's mouth, which had now become almost as big as the thing itself. Stumbling away, Justin realized it wasn't as cute as it had looked before. Closing its mouth, the thing leaped and started spinning so fast the ears became blurs. Justin tried hitting the thing, but only managed to cut himself as the ears hit him.
As a last resort, he put on the gloves and swung at it. He hit the thing and, oddly enough, seemed to cause damage to it. The thing appeared to be momentarily dazed, and Justin hit it again, this time the gloves seemed to cut it though. As he hit it a second time, the thing popped like a balloon, and in its place was a small pile of coins.
Pocketing the coins, Justin continued on the road towards what he hoped to be a town.
The young man awoke in a small pond beneath a waterfall. His golden hair seemed to shine in the sunlight. He wore a yellow shirt and matching pants, and a black belt around his waist. His black shoes were immediately swamped and he felt the water well over his knees. He was soaking wet, having apparently lain in the water for some time. Standing up, he took in his surroundings. Above were two waterfalls, and a large tree log going across both gorges. As he gazed around he could tell he was in a relatively shallow spot, and that there were weren't any fish around. The only life around were large weeds taller then he was.
As he waded towards the shore, he tried to remember where he was but to no avail. He could remember his name, Justin, and that he was a healer traveling the land, but he couldn't remember anything else. As he got up on high land, he immediately checked the area. All around him were the odd weeds, and as he approached one he saw small thorns covering it. Had he tried to walk through, he probably wouldn't have made it very far, and it would have been very painful.
Justin frowned. There didn't seem to be any path or egress, but as he looked closer he saw a small trail that hadn't been used in a long time. Walking across it, he saw that the pond grew into another pond a ways away. As he walked towards it, he then noticed a small stone slab in the pond and a small bridge crossing a narrow part of it. Not wanting to get wet again, he walked across but soon found himself at a point where even more of the weeds grew, but this one of a different variety. While these tall weeds had no thorns, they grew so close together that it was al1 but impassible.
Walking closer, he noticed that the area around the pond dipped in another area allowing passage without leaping in blindly. Justin shrugged and walked into the pond. Seeing a sudden glimmer of light, he walked towards it only to come up at the stone slab. As he stared at it he saw a small mark where a sword might have been stabbed in at one point.
Justin frowned again. "I could have used that sword to cut through the plants," he murmured. However, as he approached the plants again, an idea came to his mind. "If I'm really a healer, I'd have some kind of equipment…" But as he looked at himself he found no pouches or bags for herbs and the like. "Must've dropped it over at the other pond," he murmured to himself again.
Walking back to the other pond, he once again looked up at the bridge. Suddenly seeing a small form begin crossing it, he yelled out "Hello up there! Hey, could somebody give me a hand? I seem to be stuck down here!" The figure turned and looked down, then ran away. "Great. Just great. Now I scared whoever it was and they've gone to get help and kill me," Justin said, "Out of the frying pan, into the fire I suppose…"
He suddenly spotted a small pouch floating gently in the water. Wading up to it, he examined the inside and was shocked to find nothing a small medallion tied to a necklace and an odd pair of gloves. The medallion had an odd resemblance to his face, but one side was black, and the other was white. The gloves, on the other hand, seemed to be a brown pair of gloves with a single rune etched on it Sighing, he took the pouch, medallion, and gloves, and slung the pouch across his shoulder and the medallion around his neck. Walking back to the tall, densely packed weeds, he said to himself, "If I could only make fire..." He was surprised to feel slight warmth emitting from the pouch.
As he held up the pouch to examine it, he noticed odd figures on one side. There were eight in total, and all off them gave him a vague sense of déjà vu. One of the figures, a lizard like being covered in fire, had begun to glow. As he thought to himself what the significance of the figures could be, he noticed the blow becoming brighter as he neared the area where the sword had once been. He took the pouch of and placed it on the slab, and a blinding white light sparked. Blinking rapidly in hopes of quickly gaining his eyesight back, he saw himself staring at a ghostly person. It was about the same height as him, with the same golden hair but cut in a style that Justin had never seen before. He found it odd that the thing looked somewhat like him, then realized how much odder it was that he was staring at a ghost.
After staring at him a while, the apparition lifted a single hand and placed it on Justin's shoulder. He said in halting tones, "You…must be…the one…the one…who…must…find…the sword…" With that the thing vanished.
Justin, pondering what just happened, slowly backed away. The, snatching the pouch, he turned around, only to see the odd bushes out of the way and the path cleared. Deciding on reaching a town first then finding out what happened, he began walking on the trail. Right as h reached the trail, he found a large yellow lump lying on the road. As he neared, he found it was really some type of animal, with large eyes, a big mouth, and two small ears. Seeing it as friendly, Justin moved close as to pet it. Suddenly the thing puffed out its chest and open it's mouth, which had now become almost as big as the thing itself. Stumbling away, Justin realized it wasn't as cute as it had looked before. Closing its mouth, the thing leaped and started spinning so fast the ears became blurs. Justin tried hitting the thing, but only managed to cut himself as the ears hit him.
As a last resort, he put on the gloves and swung at it. He hit the thing and, oddly enough, seemed to cause damage to it. The thing appeared to be momentarily dazed, and Justin hit it again, this time the gloves seemed to cut it though. As he hit it a second time, the thing popped like a balloon, and in its place was a small pile of coins.
Pocketing the coins, Justin continued on the road towards what he hoped to be a town.