Fate Weaver's convergence

C1 Where in the world?

Mnnnn, my head hurts...

A dull throbbing sensation was the first thing to fade in. The sheer discomfort, it was odd; almost alien in how it came to me. The sound of flowing air, of swaying trees, and flowing water. The only seemingly normal part was the harsh but realistic headache for the last thing I'd felt.

What happened?

Before I could fully rouse myself, an uncharacteristically cool breeze rushed past my skin. It should have been the height of summer in Wyoming, the calmer winds of fall not coming for some time; it had to be one hundred degrees at the least. Strangest of all, I was in my truck with the air conditioning yet to be turned on.

Oh fuck, don't tell me someone robbed me. How could they hit me through the window without me realizing it? Was I shot?

Next, the scent of the pine crept into my nose; a keen grasp of my senses returning to me. Birds chirping, an unfamiliar animal calling in the background, the continuous flow of water, the hard gravely dirt I was laying in. Amongst all this, an unfamiliar feeling of something brushed against my face.

Fuck.

I rolled over, my hands planted into the soil as I lifted myself up. My balance felt off, a lingering sense of nausea coming to a head just as I felt myself on my knees. My eyes snapped open as I attempted to void the contents of my stomach, forcing only water out and burning my throat with what little stomach acid accompanied it.

Did I get blackout drunk? No, that doesn't-

I dry heaved, drool coming out as I whimpered.

-account for the pain. And that voice?

I attempted to catch my breath, staring at the pool of water that turned to mud. I clenched my eyes shut, giving myself a moment to recover. I leaned further forward, the feeling of something sliding over my shoulders and brushing against my exposed forearms.

Hmm?

I opened my eyes slowly, looking at the culprit.

"Hair?"

What?

It was hair, loose and now lying in the dirt by its ends. Alongside it, I now realized the top of my periphery was blurred. Adjusting my focus, the blur was also from loosely hanging bangs of the same color. An unnaturally purple-tinted red color.

What in the fuck?

My hair was a few inches at its longest, yet this hair appeared to be at least five at the shortest strand.

What the hell happened-

I sat up and reached my hands out, grabbing the loose strands. I pulled on them, only to realize the hands I posted myself with before did not look like my own.

"Wha- how?"

My hands were small and frail in appearance. The hands of a child, covered in dried dirt and blood. I was stuck in a trance as I stared at the palms of my upturned hands before bringing them to my throat.

"My-..."

I felt frozen in place, staring at the dirt in front of me before a roar somewhere in the distance brought me back to the moment.

"Where- where am I?!"

My voice rang out from the shock alone, the scenery of the environment placing about as much fear into me as my alien features. A sense of fear I hadn't experienced in months came back to me as I slowly scanned my surroundings, deliberately looking for any potential danger. I was in the center of a dirt clearing, gravely and clearly used as some form of roundabout. The surrounding forest was thick, giving a line of sight of roughly forty feet before the trees themselves obstructed view alone. Oak and aspen, with a wide variety of undergrowth ranging from grass to firns nearly three feet in height. To one side of the clearing there was an unobstructed road, rutted by wheels and whatever else must have passed through; while the other end of the circle was flanked by a flowing river. A series of worn and barely maintained docks ran along the clearing to the river, showing its age and use.