A Song of the Sea

Act I - Chapter I

The sun shone with a bright glow that surrounded a Pennsylvanian forest. One of the few remaining in the state of the mountain laurel.

The forest blossomed with life, supporting all kinds of animals. Foxes, deers, bears, and many more that can live in habitual harmony, letting natural selection take its course.

Lakes and rivers flowed through the land, undisturbed by human activity or pollution. Grass is allowed to grow as tall and as infrequently as it wants, only being stopped by animals who feast on it at times. Natural vegetation is plentiful and healthy among the land.

In a small clearing laid a boy. The boy had a frame that suggested that he was growing, but it still had some faint muscles that could've only emerged from years of light training. He had tan skin that accompanied his bright, sea green eyes. His hair was jet black and windswept, as if he just got off the beach.

The boy rested on a hammock that was propped between two trees. Surrounding him were flowers of all different colors: blue, red, purple, pink, yellow, white and more. Dandelions and roses and sunflowers and many more showered the air with its wonderful smells. Such smells could've only hoped to be achieved artificially or thousands of years ago, before humanity greedily rummaged throughout the continents for Earth's limited resources.

The boy's eyes shot open from its slumber, darting around its surroundings, scanning for outsiders. After confidently looking over the plain, he stood from the hammock, stretching a bit after seemingly being there for hours.

"Hmph," the boy mused, scratching his messy jet-black hair. "I must've been asleep for 2 hours longer than I would've liked." He then took out a pen. It was a simple ballpoint pen, typically one you may use to sign a check or file some taxes.

After twirling it around for a minute, he uncapped it. It sprung into a gleaming bronze sword. The sword reflected the sunlight, allowing for a beautiful ray of light to be formed. However, the boy didn't seem to notice this, as he took some swings with the sword, attacking the air. The air paid no mind to him, not affected by the swings of the beautiful blade.

The boy, after using the sword for a solid 5 minutes, capped the blade. It transformed back into its inferior state, a simple pen. He slid the pen into his pocket of his blue jeans that was accompanied by his white shirt. He walked towards one of the trees holding his hammock and picked up a backpack. He placed it on the hammock and opened the bag. He brought out a blue hoodie and put that on. He then closed the bag and put it back to its resting spot, next to the tree.

The boy pulled out a compass from the pocket of his hoodie and pointed it north. He placed it back into the hoodie and walked to the direction the compass pointed to. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started whistling a tune, perhaps to pass the time in the seemingly lonely environment. Animals picked up that the young boy was a dangerous foe, one that they had to hide from. On the journey to his destination, the boy managed to spot a squirrel, perhaps looking for food or shelter, unaware of its predator's presence.

"Another squirrel? Does this forest even have any other animals?!" The boy threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. He then recalled that one time he encountered cubs that he was hoping to grow into a farm for a sustainable source of food. Then their parent, presumably their mother, appeared from the cave. It's safe to say that he learned his lesson on challenging the fierce animals of the forest.

"Whatever," he mumbled. He then shot out his hand and formed a spear, of about half a foot, that was made entirely out of water. Sweat formed on the boy's forehead from the use of this mystical power. He snapped his fingers, and the water spear went flying into the squirrel, piercing their neck. The squirrel died instantly, a quick and painless death. The boy let out a sigh of relief after his tiring performance.