Ah, you. So fun, right? You totally didn't abandoned me! It's all fine! NO! I'm still laying here with broken legs, mind you, the fairies left. They probably finished dinner. The sun is still shining, but more dimly, I swear if I have to sleep in this stupid field, I will find away to commit.
I'm acting brattier and more emo than usual, I should tone it down. Now really focusing on my body, is my ribs broken? I felt something earlier, but my entire body hurt. So I didn't think it matters very much.
Still focusing on my body and breathing I slowly start to feel dizzy, my eye my eyes slowly close. Putting me to sleep
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Waking up again in a new place. I bet you're tired of this. I feel my legs are dangling, what is going ON- WHAT THE PRICK?? As I look down, I'm in the damn sky, THE SKY?? I feel a sharp pain pressing on my skin, claws of a crow? How's a crow strong enough to do this? As we're flying blood drips from my leg.
"CRAW - CRA-CAW!" A loud piercing sound comes from the bird's mouth, I cover my ears, this bird is a loud one, that's for sure.. "I SEE YOUR AWAKE- CAW!" Wow, a talking bird, so cool. I totally don't think this is stupidity in a bottle.
"HELLO- CAW! WHATS YOUR NAME??" This is certainly an awkward question, not only that it's a question no one likes, but I don't know the answer. If I answer then my likability will go down more than the average birth rate this year. Even though I think this terrible things. I don't want the bird to hate me, it could just drop me, and with the current state of my body, I'm not taking chances.
After a thirty second minute of silence, the loud bird breaks it, with their noisy and harsh voice. "AWKWARD QUESTION? CAW- YOU DONT REMEMBER? HOW ABOUT... DRAGON?" A loser name, it's the type for people who want to seem cool. "NOT A FAN?" The bird pauses, waiting for a response I'm not giving. "CRAW- CRA- FINE.. MMMMMM HOW ABOUT.. POMBON?" Still a stupid name, but better, I could see it. A shake my head in approval. "SEEMS WE GOT A WINNER!"
A name, huh? It's probably not my real one, but at least it gives me a sense of belonging. I wonder where we're going, can I trust this bird?- I can't believe I just said that, even if it's inner monologue, it's still embarrassing and cringe.
Honestly at this point my legs are turning purple-ish blue. I just wanna fix them.
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PomBon: the beginning of the strange world
FantasyA kid named PomBon landed in a strange place. Another world perhaps? Who can tell, they can't remember anything, sure, they know basic knowledge and understanding about the world around them. But no faces, what's their name? Why can't they remember...
