There was a sofa that looked to be 40ft tall, and that was just the seat cushion. Panicked, the man's eyes scanned the room, noticing how everything was bigger than him.
Trying to rack his brain, the man tried to think of any reason why he was so sm...
Light shone through the windows, blinding the now-conscious man. He brought a hand over his eyes, attempting to block the sun, but he was already awake. When he sat up, a pop from his back almost made him run for the hills by how startled he was.
Taking in the environment, the man's heart dropped. Next to him, there was a sofa that looked to be 40ft tall, and that was just the seat cushion. Panicked, the man's eyes scanned the room, noticing how everything was bigger than him.
Trying to rack his brain, the man tried to think of any reason why he was so small and what this place was. For some reason, he couldn't remember anything.
What's my name? The man paused at his puzzling, the new question making him freeze. Maybe there are clues on my person? The man dug through his backpack, thankfully the supplies inside were his size, but nothing gave him an indication of his situation. Attached to his belt was a pouch, also filled with nothing that could help.
Suddenly, his hand brushed against something that felt like paper. Immediately, he pulled it out, but it appeared to be what was left of a letter.
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The rest had burnt edges, cutting off the word 'friend.' My name is Belanor Olokian. The man, now identified as 'Belanor' thought, a smile of relief finding a way onto his face.
Shaking his head, Belanor noticed his surroundings again, his panic rising his chest once again. Next to the sofa, a pile of books led up to a thin blanket he could climb to reach the top of the couch cushions. I could climb that to get a better view of this place.
Without another thought, Belanor ran toward the pile of books, climbing up one by one. Over the cover, the title he stood on was 'Avatar: The Last Airbender.' The name sounded familiar, but Belanor shrugged it off and took a fistful of the thin silky blanket. Whoever lived here must be rich.
Finally, reaching the top of the sofa, Belanor flopped face-first onto the cushion, taking a break from all the climbing. Sitting back up, the room was oddly... abandoned-looking. Although, the books seemed to be well taken care of.
A realization dawned onto Belanor; someone was living here. Perhaps they knew the answers to his questions! Maybe they were the ones to make him shrink and lose his memories...
Suddenly, a quiet gasp made Belanor freeze up in fear before whipping his head around. There was no one in sight, which made him narrow his eyes suspiciously at the archway that lead to a darkened hallway.
From across the sofa, there lay an open book. Running across the soft ground, Belanor stood in front of the book, reading the first sentence aloud.
"The evil that was devised long ago works on in many ways, whether Sauron himself stands or falls..." Belanor trailed off, greatly confused about what was going on in this book. Because of this, Belanor skimmed the rest of the page, but nothing was helpful.
