Blinding and hot, searing and bright, a wave of strong fluorescent light hits me, taking with it my consciousness.
Interrupting my unintentional slumber, the soft notes of a flute weave themselves into my dreams, enthralling me, and thus I wake up, sweaty and scared. Briefly, my eyes flutter open to take in the bizarre sight of a large, emerald canopy of leaves, defusing the ground in a green hue, however, they feel too heavy! Despite my efforts, I cannot possibly keep my eyes open; exhaustion taking over me although I hadn't moved since that moment I'd sat on the bench - or wasn't aware of it anyway. What is happening? Tears threaten to well up again but I resist the urge to let them, knowing that someone can show up to help me at any moment. But had anyone ever cared whether I was alive or dead? Not really. Meaning no Prince Charming would come to save me now. After recounting the events of this morning, I am lulled into a sense of serenity once again and decide to explore the ability which I have developed - to exit my body at will.
When the panic ebbs away, everything seems so much more beautiful; for I had, successfully, risen up above my body in a mental form. Magically - for I assume that is the reason I'm here in the first place- I spin around, grasping my surroundings and making sure to take in every miniature detail. Encircled by a ring of 20 foot trees, my body lies lonely and abandoned in some type of desolate forest that was surely ancient, porbably at the very least a few centuries old. Behind the thick foliage, I see a tower rising in the distance, inspiring hope in my heart. Yet I shouldn't raise my hopes too high; more often than not, hope is fatal.
I have no sense of time at all, even though I try to count the seconds passing by. I I could of been lying in this place for hours, days, months for all I know. As time runs by, my body seems to loosen - I can open my eyes and I also seem to have found my voice again. I feel so much better now because, wherever I am, I'm not more lost than I had been before; there weren't people to shoo me away, and I can do anything I want - except anything including movement. I don't notice the sky darkening as my eyelids droop down tiredly.
Breathing? I can hear breathing! Of course, it's not my own breathing that I am panicking about: there is someone else here, sitting by me. Beating faster, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach while I open my eyes apprehensively.
Next to me, there is a ball of midnight blue hair, looking soft and harmless. But it isn't really. Abruptly, the animal turns to face me, ivory fangs sharp and needle-like. My brows furrow in perplexion as I identify human features in the otherwise deadly creature. Is it just me or does the "thing" seem to smile ever so smugly? Looking into the fierce yellow eyes, I try to generate a term for this strange being, however, shockingly, it seems to talk before I can back away. I'm a fast thinker: it only took me a few seconds to conclude all this so there had still been time for me to escape but the wolf-human is much too fast. Faster than any wolf or human I have ever seen before.
"Greetings, human. May I ask for the reason of your presence here?" he half growls, half speaks, quietly.