stories from hypnosis paradise

The island of the nameless

Hello everyone! 
Before we start I wanted to say thank you so so much to my good friend Shay! She wrote the story for today to celebrate that we have over 500 reads! Thank you so so much for that! 
Because of this, I opened an event. On the hypnosis paradise amino, I am quite active. And if you guys go there and are active, you could post your story and get a chance to get it published here. It only goes on the hypnosis paradise amino though. 

The link is in the comments below! Enjoy my lovely friends' story! 

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When she woke, she hardly remembered the name of the sky.

White flowers hung down in front of her eyes, the tree branches they clung to swaying in the wind. They blurred with the clouds, which were drifting carelessly before her, whoever she was. 

Where was she? What was this enchanting place? When she sat up, something clanked on the ground beside her. Flower petals fluttered down from her face as she stood on shaky legs and looked down at herself. Her hands were pristine white but for a silver ring and what looked like bruises on her right hand. She was wearing a blouse and a skirt which were the same green hue as the grass below her, and hooked on one hip was a net, and at the other was a delicate-looking rapier with an emerald embedded in its handle. She scowled before looking up, taking in her surroundings.

She did not know much, but this place was special, she decided, as she stared across a hill covered in flowering trees, wildflowers, and grass so vividly green it was almost hard to look at. It was so serene, and she felt as though she could lay down and rest here and be safe, but a small voice in the back of her head was screaming warnings--

Get out of here, leave, leave!

But she didn't know where to go, so she just walked, taking care to observe every little thing she saw. Something about the trees felt important, but she couldn't remember what...

She was startled by a bird that landed on a tree in front of her. Unlike the others around it, its flowers had yet to bloom. The bird opened its beak and sang a sweet tune, and to her amazement, the tree's flowers began to blossom, its leaves perked up, their green hue richening. She reached to her side instinctually, then blinked, confused, as she drew a net from a belt around her waist. Before she could get over her confusion, the bird had spread its wings and flown away.

Sitting on the ground, she reached behind her and found a rucksack. Shaking its contents onto the ground, she found a birdcage, a few pieces of dried fruit, a dagger, rope, a quill, and a slip of paper with messy ink scribbles on it. She held it up to read it:

You are Haemir. Find Wistari. Stay away from the centre, and the creature with no name. Capture a bird and leave with Wisti as soon as...

The rest was unintelligible.

Haemir looked down at her right hand, where it was now clear that it was the ink that stained her skin, not bruises. Wistari... she had come to this place with a companion. She began to pack her things up. Where was the centre, and the creature with no name... a shiver went down her spine. Whatever that was, it didn't sound good. Suddenly, a jolt went through her head.

Wistari. Wisteria. The trees were wisteria trees, what Wisti was named after by her mother, the—...

Haemir held her head in both hands, desperately, trying to regain her train of thought, but it had slipped through her fingers like water. Something about Wistari's mother felt regal, important... maybe she had sent them to this place? With a groan of frustration, Haemir began to walk, antsy from the lack of information and needing to explore or find this Wistari girl mentioned in the note she had read.