The island in the mist~ Lams

Chapter 5- Caramel and Navy Blue? IDK What The Title Should Be.

A/N: I need help with the title, plz help

I reached my arm out to my right and my knuckles hit something hard- This is not my bed, where am I? My eyes flung open and I got up into a sitting position, my heartbeat rising. I tried to remember the last thing I was doing when I saw I was in a tree.

I looked around, I was on tree bark... In a tree.

 there were bowls made of thick but small green leaves filled with fruit, four big leaves made into weird shapes, I realized that I was on a messy pile of dark green leaves with another pile of leaves that were big and a light green, palm tree leaves? Wut?

I looked around for a way down, nothing in sight, just big, thick branches connected to the sycamore tree's trunk that were really far apart from each other. I looked up, darkish green leaves and branches covered in a thin mist, some dots between the leaves was blue sky.

Where are the others? I thought, are they okay? What if they're in trouble and need help? I started to panic. Then I did my only option.

"HELLO?!" I called, looking at the view of a canopy of trees and the ocean, also I saw a pond below me that was a darker type of water. I heard some branches and leaves moving and the wind came, blowing my hair in my face.

Nothing happened.

I got bored after dangling my feet over the edge so I got up to find a stick to draw with or even a pencil. I moved around some leaves only to find a shelf partly dyed green to hide better, it must be a secret shelf. The shelf had a little ink bottle and a worn-out quill and about five pieces of parchment. I looked at all the papers, only two had something on them.

I am having weird flashes of things, most of them someone with a weak voice reading a thing with what this material is. I think what this is, is called writing, I just wanted to try it.

and the other one had this

                                  | 

                                  | 

                                 \/

Just an arrow pointing down, I looked down at the bark I was standing on (below me), nothing but that boring light brown. I realized that I could make the arrow point anywhere and facepalmed. I heard a shuffle in a classic tree nearby (A basswood tree, it is common in back yards and boulevards.) and the wind started to blow.

I put the parchment with writing on it back and hovered the parchment with the arrow over where the other parchment (Parchment is now paper, it is a pain to write 'parchment' a million times instead of PAPER, so much easier) and followed where the arrow lead, I cleared some leaves out of the way and saw a branch with another arrow on it, this one 3-D and pointing diagonally down and also forward. (this part might make no sense, if you need help understanding, just write it in the chat)

I followed the arrow once again and it leads to the bed, I sighed, where was this going? I laid down on the bed, looking at the ceiling of leaves and tiny branches. My eyes went wide and I looked under the pillow, finding another piece of paper, it was a little torn and old but made of strong material.

Dear                                             little me (Alex)   .   little   Henry (James) and     little hon   est boi (Ja            ck) , 

I will dies and hope u die in despair u ugly 👁️👄👁️ 

-ur mom