Donning Utopia

Chapter 1- Rules Of Waking Up Somewhere

The last thing I remembered was the feeling of falling.

All I see around me is pure darkness, but I know I’m falling. I can feel the air rushing past me, and my hair in my face. It feels like my eyes are closed, yet I know they’re not. The sting of the wind is a sure sign of that.

Falling really isn’t a comfortable feeling. Should I scream for help? No, of course not. What good would that do? There’s definitely nobody else here; plus, the blood and wind rushing in my ears is too loud to even hear my own voice.

I then feel myself falling faster, hear the air quieting, and seeing the darkness fade into a multitude of colors flashing by. Confused, I decide to shout the first thing that comes to mind.

“HELLO?” I yell, and I’m suddenly blinded with light filtering through the trees. Wait a minute.. there weren’t trees before. I look around, taking in my surroundings. Giant oak trees line the edge of the clearing I’m in, and a small river is visible a few feet away.

First rule of waking up somewhere you don’t recognize: don’t eat, drink, or touch anything you’re not familiar with.

Quietly getting up, I look around and listen for any signs of life, or possibly even death. Something to tell me anything about where I am, and how I got here. There was nothing to find, and all I heard was the chirping of birds, the shuffle of leaves, and the sloshing of the river. No signs of any people.

Second rule: make sure you’re safe, or alone without any signs of danger.

Since I found nothing, I decide to explore and see if there’s anything farther away. It’s possible there’s just no one in my area. Looking down at my feet cautiously, I notice I’m wearing combat boots. Why combat boots of all things? They’re absolutely no good for sneaking about.

“Stop fooling around!” A sudden yell sounded, scaring some birds into flight; not too close, but close enough for me to hear the conversation. It sounded like a guy’s voice. I hide behind a thick oak, grabbing a branch just in case.

“Look, it’s almost autumn, we need to stock up on as much food as possible, you dodo.” The guy said, seemingly scolding another person.

“But I’m hungry!” A younger, desperate sounding boy whined.

“I’m sorry, but we have to wait. We don’t have much time.” The first guy said, voice softer than before. I could tell they were very close now.

I don’t know what my motive was, but I swung out from behind the tree and pointed the rather sharp branch at the two strange males. They both held up their arms in surprise.

“Woah, hey, calm down. We mean no harm.” The older guy stated, standing in front of (who I assume is) his younger brother.

“Who are you?” I question, narrowing my eyes. I didn’t want to suddenly trust them without insight on who they were.

“My name is Cas, and this is my little brother, Azariel.” Cas introduced calmly. I observe the two carefully. Cas is a little bit taller than me, with wavy brown hair and a semi-formal looking outfit. Azariel was short and had messy brown hair, wearing a sweater. I lower the branch.

“I’m Daemon. Mind explaining where we are? ‘Cause I have no clue.” I reply, moving some of my hair out of the way. I don’t remember it being this long and annoying.

Cas looked down at Azariel, who just shrugged. The older brother looked back up at me and came a little closer. “If I’m being honest, I have no idea where we are or why we’re here. All Azariel and I remember is darkness, and then we were here.”  Cas explained, seeming rather calm. Azariel nodded. He seemed really shy and quiet.