Dillon
4E 201
11th of Last Seed
The last thing Dillon remembered was going to bed late at night, in a comfortable room on a comfortable bed. Now he lay on the ground staring at the night sky, where instead of a single moon glowing in the darkness, where two moons much closer, the larger a dull red, and the smaller a pale white. A mix of pain and emotion washed over him, a dull ache from head to toe.
Where was he? How did he get there? Why were there two big-ass moons orbiting dangerously close to the planet? Those were the first of his many internal questions.
He could see that he lay in a small crater, littered with chunks of crystalline icicles. He sat up from his prone position, where he could see the large trees surrounding him, some of which had been split open from the crash. The weather was cool, but not unpleasantly so. Even as he sat with his genitals for all to see.
Looking to his left, he could see other small craters, scattered about the forest. He couldn't see what lay within, but he assumed that there were other people laying on the ground, with shattered ice scattered about. This is just great, he thought, as if my weekend couldn't have gotten any worse. Well, after he finished panicking of course.
After all, waking up in a forest stark naked wasn't exactly a good sign, and he failed to understand how he got from his bedroom to wherever the hell he was. Regardless, he was in a very bad situation. Worrying that if he wandered into the forest, he would just starve, freeze, or get eaten.
Suddenly, from the east, came a voice likely younger than him, "Look mama!" the voice said, "It's that ice I told you about!"
"Well, it's good you weren't just lying again, but I don't think we should get any closer" said another voice, an older woman.
Even if it meant danger, Dillon knew it was now or never. Get stranded or get help.
"HELP!" he screamed from the top of his lungs, which was sore for some odd reason, "PLEASE HELP!"
"He don't sound much older than me, Mama!", the young voice pleaded, "He could be hurt or something!"
He heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, until he spotted the owners of the voices. A middle-aged woman with fair skin and hair, in an old-fashioned nightgown and fur slippers, and a young boy, also with blonde hair and a pale complexion walking towards him. "Ho there, are you- BY YSMIR'S BEARD HE'S NAKED!" The woman said, reminding Dillon that he was, in fact, naked. She covered the child's eyes, hoping to prevent any scarring of the mind. He quickly covered his privates in embarrassment.
"Who are you, boy?" she asked, glaring daggers at him.
As he tried to stand up and speak, the disorientation from the crash caught up to him, and he began to fade back into unconsciousness, leaning towards the ground.
"Are you alri-"
FWUMPH