Traces of Petals

Traces of Petals

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A man finds himself in the middle of a viridian forest. With a throbbing headache, he looks around the unfamiliar surroundings beyond him, all green and humid, dotted with wildlife and evergreens. The blood in his hands from clutching his head indicated that perhaps he had fallen or gotten hit. To his detriment, this also confirmed that he was not able to recall anything from his past. The strange ringing in his mind came with a strange whisper, Christon, it said. The voice of the woman speaking inside him was soft and warm. Christon. He marked this as his honorific, a name he would bear. Christon. The wild sounds of the various fauna echoed in the forest, and the symphony was just as crazy as the situation he had no choice but to be in. He was alone. In a forest. With no memory. This 40-chapter novel with around 200,000 words follows the adventure of a man named Christon, as he explores in hopes of finding his past and his purpose in going to the vast woods of the Sagecap Island. His discoveries of the mysteries and intricacies of the forest lead him to follow the scent of Traces of Petals. Author's Note: This is not the official release of my novel, it is currently in the works. I wanted to test out the first chapter here in Wattpad, and see what happens. I am planning on finishing writing everything before posting any chapter, and you can expect that happening towards the end of the year, or the start of the next year. Please share these with your friends! I want to know whether or not people would be interested by this concept, or by my writing. If you liked this, please consider sharing with your friends, clicking the like button thing, or things of those nature (I think it is fairly obvious I am not well-versed here yet); however, if you didn't like it, please tell me why -- I'd love to hear it!
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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