Straight From the Sky

Chapter One: A Different Sort of Ally

Hey guys! So, after much consideration, I have decided that this story really doesn’t need a prologue in its own separate upload, and that it’d be fine to just start right off with Chapter One. So here it is :) Enjoy! :D

 

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                Green.

                That’s the first thing I remember.

                The second thing I remember?

                Being confused.

                Confusion is a funny thing; in some ways, it obviously makes things jumbled and fuzzy and uncomprehendable, but in other ways it makes things crystal clear. It’s like your mind has reversed itself and is thinking in some kind of alternate reality.

                I remember waking up, and being totally confused as to where I was. But I knew right from the start I was there to help. Help who, help what, why, I didn’t know. I was just there to help.

                Now, if I had known where I was, my confusion would have been opposite; I wouldn’t have known my purpose, why I was there.

                I think that would honestly be worse.

                At least you can figure out where you are.

                But can one really truly figure out one’s destiny?

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                I opened my eyes slowly. Where was I? Everything was so green.

                I hesitantly sat up, suddenly aware I might be under a full volley of arrows, just waiting for me to move so they could strike.

                But curiosity, the insistent thirst for knowledge embedded into every consciousness, urged me upright.

                I was in luck; the forest I was in was peaceful and silent.

                I suddenly looked at my hands. I don’t know what I expected to see, but I was still surprised when I saw two thin green arms and a couple and rather stubby-shaped fingers.

                I let my arms fall again without question.

                “Hello.” I said to the trees. A statement, not a question.

                My voice came out a strange chatter; guttural yet light.

                The Language of the Treeckos.

                I don’t know where this insight comes from, but I accept it easily. So I am a Treecko.

                While I may not know what that is, I am one step closer to uncovering my identity.

                I hear a rustle, but I am not afraid. It’s a friendly rustle.

                I am discovering I have abilities that I didn’t before. Must be the Treecko thing.

                I find it strange I can remember things about my old self personally, but not anyone or anything else.

                Another mystery to be solved, I suppose.