(This chapter will be short as well. My bad mates.)
What I wasn't expecting, was to wake up.
I woke up under a canopy of trees, the sun blinding my eyes, I raise my arm to block the light, but it seems to go right through my arm, so I just close them. I took a deep breath of the air around me.
Thing is, this isn't the Hub.(The place where I fought Articular.) It was fresh, and new. Untouched by factories. I slowly sat up, groaning as my back popped.
"Ugh..."
I roll around my limbs, popping everywhere. It hurts and aches. But at least nothings missing.
I straighten my pair of goggles, make sure my shirts on right.
I stand off, brushing off dust.
How long have I been out?
I look around, noticing an old beaten dirt path, if I want to find out where I am, or when I am, its my best bet. Or, it could lead to nothing. I begin walking on the damp grass, by the dampness of the air, and the slight frost on the grass, its early morning. As I step on the cold, bare dirt path, I take another breath of air, putting my hands in my pockets. And begin walking down the beaten path.
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Closet Skeletons
FantasíaEver wondered what its like to die? It sucks. I can't eat food anymore! This book is about a magical world, and how the hecc a skeleton survives in it. I'm not good at descriptions.
