He did not know how he got here, in an evergreen forest with trees seeming to touch the clouds, the smell of daffodils dancing to his nose, and some type of white bird perched on a branch. It was a breathless sight really, peaceful even. Maybe if he had actually focused on the scenery he would have agreed, but it had not registered in his mind.
Panic. That was what he had registered at the moment.
Panic had settled. As soon as he realized he was in unfamiliar territory, in the unknown, he panicked.
How did he get here?
Where was here?
But the question that frightened him the most, that left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach was: who was he?
It would have been a horrible situation for any to wake in an unknown place, but for him he didn't even have any memories before he got here.
Him.
He didn't even have a name or at least not one he remembered.
And, once he had realized that, he felt lost, empty.
He felt the urge to cry but didn't. He didn't know who he was, but he'd be damned if he cried now. He was not going to be a crier and let that be the first thing to identify himself. So, he did the only thing he could: close his eyes and breath.
As he opened his eyes again, he was taken away at how beautiful the scenery was, how magical it was. He was still panicked at the whole situation, but he smiled at the fact his first memory would be of such an incredible sight.
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From a Far off Land
FantasyA boy with no memory of his past wakes up in a fantasy world full of wonder as he discovers the truth of his life before.
