Virraland: The Descending Lands

Chapter two: Fights with no breath

Part I: Honor and loyalty from the earlier masters

A few hours later, Delon opened his eyes wide to a strange, dark, cold, and odorless room in the shape of a cave.

'What are these... burns on my back? What happened back there?' thought Delon, having an unfamiliar feeling that something was burning on the skin of his back. Delon suspected that he was stabbed but it was not that simple. There seems to be no pain except the feeling of a sting in his right shoulder. The headache he had from the beginning went away just as he stood up slowly. The reason of his slowness was because he felt that his body weight has extremely decreased.

He looked at his arm to find out why he was having a headache in the first place. His arm was bleeding, in one exact spot, 'it must have been one of those scorpion...things' he said with concern, 'no, it can't be, I'm perfectly sane and I feel the pinch when I pinch myself.'

His skin was brighter, one of his right teeth was longer than ever, and sharp "this can't be good" he thought to himself anxiously. Luckily, he still thinks as he always does; natural and sane, unlike his friends and those creatures they evolved to.

'Mark, Anthony, and Tylor all were poisoned by these animals! Did they live? Can I still save them? I'm not really sure what happened there but some explosion happened and the cave was highly unstable,' Delon tried to rewind what happened.

Delon noticed that he was not breathing. He put his hand on his chest sensing no heartbeats, 'am I dead? No, this can't be happening, is this heaven? Doesn't look like it at all.'

It was dark and cold in that cave so Delon tried to close his hood to cover his head, but he did not find it, he turned out to be wearing black armor with bright white lines throughout it.

He left the room looking around to process that something was not natural. Loan behold, the whole atmosphere outside has changed. He knew he was not on the planet he used to live on.

The sky is supernaturally dark, woods are light blue, there was no sun or clouds present, grass and leaves are blue, only leaves had a bit darker navy-looking color. No earth creatures were present, only odd-shaped looking creatures. Some were peaceful and some ate other species around them which appeared to be harmful. Delon had his eyes stuck on all the place knowing he is not home, everything looked different and oddly colored. Another way to say it was oddly beautiful.

With his prideful head drowning in confusion, Delon Nothwarts was standing on the lands of life with not a single heart.

"Hello?" Delon shouted looking for an answer to his rather uncountable questions 'where am I?' he thought. Noticing a sign on a tree he went straight ahead to read it; (Virraland) 'Virraland? What does that even mean? How do I get out of here?' Delon continues to ask himself, he slowly took more steps ahead.......

Suddenly; a loud familiar voice was coming from the middle of the field...

A pack of wolves attacked Delon, although they did not look like normal earthly wolves, they were stronger and seemed as if they were blue-stained, most of them had navy fur and the other had black and dark purple.

Delon's arm was injured by the attack, "Ah, fuck," he held his hand tight trying to endure the pain. He heard the crying of the pack but then paid no further attention to it.

Delon had no ally and no weapon, the best choice was to run away as fast as he can. Delon hid behind a tree and noticed a spear, "I don't know who left this here, but they must know they saved someone's life."

Delon went out with the spear and realized that the wolf pack was crying as a call for other packs. "What? Oh you aggressive animals I just wanna go home!"