Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jan 26, 2017 21:14:38 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Hell. Hell was the only way the boy could describe the place he had just opened his eyes to see. At least it was the first thought that went through his mind.
The sky, if you could call it that, was a slow moving swirling mass of a deep red and pitch empty black.
Slowly he tried to adjust his eyes but they didn’t seem to want to yet, so instead he simply closed them again as he tried to remember anything that might hint to how he got there in the first place.
He got nothing. Not a scrap of memory that he could dig up.
Deciding there was really nothing productive about just sitting there with his eyes closed, he tried to open them again to look around.
Thankfully the red and black mass above him wasn’t making much light, so it wasn’t as hard to adjust his eyes to it now.
He kind of wished he didn’t have to open them, because the area around him was purely monstrous. It wasn’t a stretch whatsoever to call it unearthly and unnatural.
He seemed to have woken up in a large green field surrounded by trees. Well trees were what he supposed they were, but it wasn’t any sort of tree that the boy had ever seen in his life.
The grass itself was a deep emerald green, like a rainforest. In fact green was the whole place’s most common colour that he could see.
The trees were...strange though. They looked to be the same as a pine tree, but they were thirty stories tall at least! The leaves were the same emerald colour as the grass but the trunk was red. Well a brownish red but the red was easily visible on it.
Not only that but there was no shrubbery whatsoever in the entire forest. No bushes or plants other then the trees, only grass.
The boy suddenly widened his eyes as he realised he didn’t even know if he was wearing anything!
With a glance down he let out a sigh of relief to see that he was in fact clothed, but it only brought up more questions. What was he doing before?
He jumped to his feet to properly examine what he was wearing. It was a long black leather trench coat that went right down to his feet with thicker leather parts on his shoulders and elbows. He also wore dark blue long pants and a matching blue shirt with black leather gloves.
The phrase ‘who the heck am I’ was probably never so correct in history.
Well he had the clothing out of the way, what about age?
Well it didn’t take much of a genius to guess that. He supposed around nineteen or twenty sounded accurate enough.
Next: a name.
What was his name?
He didn’t think he’d find out that at all, so perhaps he can make one up instead?
Yeah what could be the harm in that right? How about...Mason?
Mason.
Mason sounded nice.
Okay so now he figured that out, he should probably move on to see if he has anything on him, or around him.
Quickly he looked down and spun in a circle until he noticed there was something there. It was...a sword and a sheath? Well a French military sabre to be certain.
Wait, how does he know that exactly, he never saw the thing in his life and he knows exactly what it was? That was weird.
He slowly bent down and picked it up; looking at it sceptically as though it was some sorts of strange object that was going to attack him.
He then tied the belt on surprisingly well and rested the sword inside it.
Keeping the sword there, he started checking all the pockets of his clothes.
Nothing, nothing, and nothing...wait, that was something?
He reached into his jacket and pulled out some sort of egg.
It was about the size of a tennis ball, only egg shaped obviously and leathery. Its surface was like a crocodile’s skin only it was coloured a bright red and it had strange swirling marking that was glowing a bright blue.
Mason had a feeling that this was important and he should take care of it, so he put it back in his jacket pocket for safekeeping.
Looking around, he decided that he should get going before something went wrong so he looked around to see if there was anything of interest.
Aha! There was some sort of building or town that way!
With a shrug, he started off to find out where he was.