Chapter 2
Chirp. Chirp. He slowly opened his eyes to see the dark green leaves of a birch tree. Where am I? He thought. The boy sat up and looked around. He seemed to be in a forest. How did I get here? As he thought more, he came to a startling revelation: Who am I?
As he stood up shakily, he observed his surroundings. He didn't recognize the forest he happened to be in, and he had no idea where he was. He was so confused that he bet that if an alien happened to come down from the sky and tell him that he was on a planet named Zeu, he might just believe it.
The boy stood there for quite a few minutes before he began to realize that he didn't even know his name.He didn't know where he was, he didn't know who he was, he didn't even know his age.Well, the boy thought, I'm totally screwed. He walked up to a puddle in front of him. He gazed at his reflection. His light brown hair rippled in the water. It looked nicely taken care of, like he had just gotten it cut. He had forest green eyes, almost hazel. He wore a dark green button-down and a pair of jeans. Whoever he was, he hadn't been in this forest for very long. He was about to turn away when he saw a shine in the water. He looked back to realize he had a iron sword on his back, along with a bow and quiver with arrows. He definitely had came from somewhere. You didn't just find bows and arrows and a sword from puddles. He withdrew the bow from his back and notched an arrow, just to see how good he was. His fingers naturally shifted to the correct position for holding the arrow, and he hit the notch in the tree he was aiming for square-on. He must have practiced. But if he was so good at all these things, why was he in the forest?
The boy decided to climb a tree to see where he was exactly. If he was near a town, he could go there and see if someone could help him. It was his best chance. So he scaled one of the tallest trees in the forest, an old oak with thick branches. Easy to climb. When he surfaced to the top of the tree, he gazed around to see where he was.
All he saw was forest. ! Lakes! Birds! There wasn't a building in sight. He was about to come down when he saw smoke.He looked up to see a trail of smoke coming from a spot in front of him. Smoke meant fire. Fire meant people. People meant safety. So he descended from the oak and began to make the long trek.
Wait, he thought. Before he left, he needed a name. They might not trust him, and ask him what his name is. He thought for a while, and finally decided. Jax, he thought. My name is Jax.
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