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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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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