A boy lay in bed, sound asleep. His blanket wrapped around him, as he muttered something. A hint of sunlight began to show, and he stirred. As it got brighter, his senses came to him, and he woke. He rolled over, and fell off his bed, and he expected to hit the ground. But when he opened his eyes, he found he was falling. That was strange. He was just in bed, and rolled off, right? Maybe he was still asleep, he tried to convince himself. But no, this was all real. He fell for one, maybe two, hours before he could see something. A... Floating island? It seemed to just be floating in midair. Speaking of midair, he hadn't seen the ground, and now there was this. The island grew, and soon the ground came to meet him. He landed on the very bed he rolled off of with a thump, and he was perfectly fine. Which didn't make sense, he should've died on impact. He set up, and got his thoughts together. He was still half asleep, and didn't understand what was happening. He realized he was shaking, he was scared, confused, and well, still confused. After calming down, and gathering his thoughts, he spoke to himself to make sure he understood everything. "alright, so I'm here on a floating island. If I fall off, I end up back on it. There seem to be other floating pieces of land, but they're out of reach. What am I going to do?" Panic slowly filled his voice. He had just calmed himself down but was now thinking of things he hadn't before. "where is everybody, no, most importantly, WHAT AM I GONNA EAT?!" he grabbed his head and inhaled, letting outta breath afterwards.
END chapter one.
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Drifted
FantasyAs any morning, a boy wakes up and rolls over. to find himself falling. he is now in a world of islands, which is baffling, as he knew last night he was in his home at an earth that was in one piece. now he was here.
