The Wildnerness (On Hold for Unknown Amount of Time)

Chapter 1- Waking Up

        The murmurs were trying to wake him up.

        That was his first conscious thought.

        He had passed out. He couldn't remember why.

        His name was Mince, he remembered, and that he was a gemed. His memory was hazy and he barely was able to form that thought, never mind try to decipher it. The murmurs were getting louder and clearer, and eventually he recognized them as voices.

         Voices ment people, and people could mean safety and comfort. Or not. At least, that's what he thought. He didn't have much memory of past human interaction, but he decided that anyone was better than no one, especially if they were nice and quiet, unlike the voices that were pestering him like bugs on a hot sweaty day. He thought about waking up and meeting the voices, but a large part of him said no. So large it overpowered the thought to wake up a thousand to one. But the small but constant seed of curiosity had been planted, and he couldn't ignore it's demand to get up. Although is entire body protested, he forced himself awake, and awoke to a throbbing pain on this chest.

        He awoke on a sort of bed made of intertwined bits of wood, stuck together with vine in a room that seemed to be in a giant tree house. He could see other empty beds and a spiral stairway leading both up and down to unknown rooms. Sitting against the wall across from the bed on a stool made of branches, vines, and some sort of pillow, was a girl about a year or two older than him with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes, wearing a plain white dress with brown, poorly made shoes and short white socks, staring directly at him. When the mystery girl realized Mince was awake and sitting up, she rushed over to his bedside and made him lay back down.
        "Ah good. Your alive. Wasn't sure for awhile. Can you talk? Not too much, just want to make sure your fully awake. My name's Basil." The polite girl asked, with a hint of a British accent.
        "Yeah.... I can talk. Hurts though.... Why does it hurt, exactly?" He managed to ask. His sides felt like they were on fire, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to talk again without a moment's rest.
        "Ah, good good good. Now, I guess I should tell you where you are. This area is our infirmary, where me and my assistances help take care of any injuries. You are here because we found you here on the border between us and the Sanders, all beat up and unconscious. We took care of the attacker, just so you know. We rescued you because you bear the mark of a a Forester," Basil added, gesturing to his green gem, then at her own left hand that also had a green gem,

        "So that ment you were one of us. Most of the people thought you wouldn't make it, but I proved them wrong!" She smiled, pumping her fist into the air, then continued, "Never doubt my skills! Sorry." She added at the sight at Mince's confused face, "Anyway, most people thought you would die, that it was a waste of time and resources. But in the end we decided it was worth a shot. That was two weeks ago."