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CHAPTER TWO: TAZ AKA. FLAKY
He sat perched on a rock, staring at nothing and seeing the world in a blurred form. He squeezed his eyes shut wishing that this permanent headache would just cut him some slack. He didn't know who he was and he was confused.
The blurred circle stood below from his vantage spot and he felt its familiarity tease his mind. He'd come he everyday since his ungraceful awakening. Naked on the ground, sore all over and being observed by far too many people seemed to have spooked him. It was like one of those nightmares you have about leaving your house naked and everybody laughing.
Still the villagers had taken him in, given him clothes, some (bad) food and a nice little hut on the outskirts. He found that he possessed a honed ability at picking up their strange sounding language- they hadn't had a clue about the one he'd possessed.
He felt most comfortable with his original language (English). It wasn't like he hadn't tried; he used his familiar language (the villagers didn't have a clue) and then stumbled through a few others that his frazzled brain apparently possessed.
The villagers still frowned at him with hostility so instead-he started listening to them. Hearing their words and mixing a few of the comprehensions he possessed and finally their language made sense- vague sense.
He touched his face, wondering if he was missing something and wishing that he knew his name. The villagers had called him Taz but it felt stupid somehow and it also meant 'flaky' in their language. He didn't appreciate it; in fact it made him a little unreasonably angry.
With a sign he tried to focus on the stone circle below, the villagers had called it 'door' although 'Taz' didn't know why. They'd told him about the 'Gods' and he'd been confused at his sudden urge to laugh. Hence the hut he was now 'banished' too, apparently smirking at the name Yu was the wrong thing to do.
He got up, walking towards the Door. His blue eyes were still trying to focus, the wind brushing his short blond hair and his clothes feeling itchy.
Then it seemed to happen, lights and familiar noise as bits of the Door started to move and, for lack of better words, lock-in. He took a step back, stumbling and falling clumsily to the ground. A curse followed 'shit'.
He blinked and there were no lights, just the Door standing as normal. He felt stupid; maybe he did deserve the name 'Taz'.
Then it really started and he whispered 'Incoming traveler?'
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Rads (Me);: I know this is probably mince but come on! you want to review! feel free to give suggestions.
CHAPTER TWO: TAZ AKA. FLAKY
He sat perched on a rock, staring at nothing and seeing the world in a blurred form. He squeezed his eyes shut wishing that this permanent headache would just cut him some slack. He didn't know who he was and he was confused.
The blurred circle stood below from his vantage spot and he felt its familiarity tease his mind. He'd come he everyday since his ungraceful awakening. Naked on the ground, sore all over and being observed by far too many people seemed to have spooked him. It was like one of those nightmares you have about leaving your house naked and everybody laughing.
Still the villagers had taken him in, given him clothes, some (bad) food and a nice little hut on the outskirts. He found that he possessed a honed ability at picking up their strange sounding language- they hadn't had a clue about the one he'd possessed.
He felt most comfortable with his original language (English). It wasn't like he hadn't tried; he used his familiar language (the villagers didn't have a clue) and then stumbled through a few others that his frazzled brain apparently possessed.
The villagers still frowned at him with hostility so instead-he started listening to them. Hearing their words and mixing a few of the comprehensions he possessed and finally their language made sense- vague sense.
He touched his face, wondering if he was missing something and wishing that he knew his name. The villagers had called him Taz but it felt stupid somehow and it also meant 'flaky' in their language. He didn't appreciate it; in fact it made him a little unreasonably angry.
With a sign he tried to focus on the stone circle below, the villagers had called it 'door' although 'Taz' didn't know why. They'd told him about the 'Gods' and he'd been confused at his sudden urge to laugh. Hence the hut he was now 'banished' too, apparently smirking at the name Yu was the wrong thing to do.
He got up, walking towards the Door. His blue eyes were still trying to focus, the wind brushing his short blond hair and his clothes feeling itchy.
Then it seemed to happen, lights and familiar noise as bits of the Door started to move and, for lack of better words, lock-in. He took a step back, stumbling and falling clumsily to the ground. A curse followed 'shit'.
He blinked and there were no lights, just the Door standing as normal. He felt stupid; maybe he did deserve the name 'Taz'.
Then it really started and he whispered 'Incoming traveler?'
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Rads (Me);: I know this is probably mince but come on! you want to review! feel free to give suggestions.
