As is evidenced by the fact I use a bike to get around, I do not own Avatar.
A/N: You have no idea how hard it is to write a story with a character that doesn't have a name…
He was woken up by a jellyfish… thing resting on his face. With a yelp, he swatted it away, almost falling out of his roost to do so. Cursing, he scrambled down the tree, reopening a few scrapes he had obtained the previous day. Once he reached the forest floor and brushed himself off, he considered his options:
A) Risk the climb back up to the cave and hope someone finds him
B) Live in a tree for the rest of his life and hope to figure out how to survive.
C) Find some sort of civilization
After some deliberation and a reality check, he decided on the third option. After all he couldn't be the only one here, it was a whole planet. Could he? He shrugged it off. Only one way to find out.
He took a quick drink of water, sleeping with his mouth open made his tongue feel like a giant marshmallow. He took a look around for something to hold water, so he would have some easy access to water during his trip, but couldn't find anything. At least, anything he might risk drinking out of…
Seeing this as a potential problem, he decided that he should follow the stream.
After conducting a quick search of the area around the tree where he spent the night, he found a relatively straight branch. After a slightly longer search, he found a hand-sized piece of flint. Using this, he carved an eight inch spike on the end of his walking stick.
He didn't know anything about this place, so it was safe to assume that just like any other place in the known universe, there was probably something that was going to try and kill him.
Once this was done, he started a slow, weary trek downstream, careful to glance about in somewhat random intervals. Hopefully, this would throw off any would be attackers, and keep him from being eaten.
He gradually made his way further into the forest, occasionally taking breaks for water. As the forest darkened, he began to wander from the stream, which had been steadily getting bigger, almost two meters across. After some quiet consideration he chose his tree, which was very similar in dimensions to the one he had slept in previously.
He climbed into his tree, still wincing at some of the more stubborn cuts that continued to plague him. After a quick check to make sure the tree and those surrounding it were uninhabited, he settled down for a restless sleep, infested with visions of unspeakable terrors, just out of sight.
A/N Sorry, filler chapter. Just trying to figure out how I'm going to pace this story.
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