The Journey. - Dungeons&Dragons Based

Chapter 1: The Voice.

Year 3, day 20

I've been terrified of falling asleep. I'm so exhausted. I haven't slept in a week. I have been constantly moving from place to place, tree to tree. I'm terrified of everything, everyone. I don't know who is to be trusted. Expect you, my trusty journal.

I haven't been able to get a proper meal in 2 days. I ran out of my rations and there's no one I know who can help nourish me back to not feeling this unwell.

My body feels weak but I refuse to give up on this journey. I won't let them win. I will never give up finding the last piece of truth.

Closing up my journal, I lock it with the key that stays around my neck and hidden under my clothes then bury it back into my bag. I grab my staff, that's typically used for spells and other sourcing deals, and place it beside me and dig it into the grass as I pull myself up. I quickly fell back onto the tree I was sitting against.

"I'm so tired..." I say with a huff as I focus on gaining energy to continue my walk through these woods. "Alrighty time to grab my bag," I exclaim out loud as I bend down with the help of my sourcing staff to sling my bag over my head. "And now we're off."

I walk through the woods on what seems to be an old path, admiring all the small frogs and bugs around me, I even spotted a rabbit.

"Hey fella, I wish you well!" I like rabbits, they're so interesting and cute. As for me, I look a bit... scary per say. Maybe it's to do with my horns and pointy ears.

I have a habit of talking to myself, I picked it up when I was young, I was typically alone so this journey is nothing new to me. I kind of like being alone. I can think more clearly in a sense.

I walked for a good 40 minutes in peace until I heard voices. I stopped in my tracks trying to figure out how far away they are, which direction they're coming from, how many there might be. I quickly ran to the side of the path I was on and found a large hollowed out log on the ground. It seems a bit too perfect to be a hiding place to watch others pass by. I go up a tree that seems well out of clear view from the path.

In the tree I realize the voices aren't multiple voices. It's one. I realize the voice isn't from another creature. I realize the voice isn't coming from anyone on the path.

"It's on to me... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... What should I do... What do I..." I whisper harshly to myself trying to stay hidden from the voice. "No matter what I do, it always finds me... I can't keep doing this... I want to be free... I want to escape... I can't... keep doing this... how does it keep finding me..." I frantically try to climb down the tree the best I can without scratching myself or moving too fast that would cause me to slip and fall.

I jump out of the last remaining 3 feet from the tree and I get back on the path. The voice seems louder. I try to run but it keeps getting louder.

Louder.

Louder.

Louder.

LOUDER!

I stop running on the path and close my eyes and throw my hands up to my ears trying to block it out. To try to stop the voice even more I bash the sides of my head harder.

Harder.

HARDER.

Everything goes black.