Chapter Three
Awake On Stranger
Shores
Its dark now and I can’t see
anything at all. The only thing I can do is feel around with my hands for clues
to where I ended up. They feel around the cold wet surroundings although my
body won’t move more than a few inches at a time. I know this feeling, I’ve
felt it before several years ago when I was knocked out by another student for
standing up for myself. The exhaustion of the fight combined with the darkness
of my closed eyes.
“Yup,
I’m definitely knocked out”
My
first clue was water and lots of it. I was also on something hard and rough on
one side, but smooth on the side I was laying on. Slowly I began to open my
eyes and I saw the white marble floor I was laying on. It looked really pretty
and calm under the overcast skies. My vision was slightly blurry but I could
make out shapes of a building that was right beside me. They were in ruins and
were slowly sinking into the rising sea.
My
sore body was heavy to move around but I managed to roll myself to my back so I
could get a better look at my surroundings. The runes looked like a castle to
me the way they towered high above in stone bricks. The sea went right up to
the castle’s walls but then continued into the horizon with nothing else in
sight besides a few pieces of rubble scattered about. My aching head pounded as
I forced myself to sit up and make an effort to live by moving to the hole in the
castle wall. I didn’t really know what was in there for sure but I knew that it
probably wasn’t raining in there like it was outside. Though I could only see a
few things in the room, but there was one thing that made me perk up. It was
the sword, just lying on the ground by a table.
“I
must have dropped it when I…” I started to think back to how I got to this place
now.
I
could not come up with an answer for how I got here though. I knew I was at
school this morning, and I saw something in the sky. Then after school I went
to the bridge to look for something. And then… and then. There was a red coat
who I helped out to get to somewhere for something.
“Ouch!
I must have hit my head better than I thought” I said to myself.
“But
now what do I do? I have no clue where I am or how I got here. This sucks”
Just
then I remembered something from my former self. How I always wanted an
adventure and one day you will have it.
“This
must be that adventure! This must be my story!” I shouted with excitement and
began to prance around the table with joy. One lap around the table and I came
to the sword Icarus gave to me.
I
never really had a chance to study the sword before but now I have all the time
in the world. So I set the blade down on the table and admired the hell out of
it. The craftsmanship to this sword was amazing for not only did it have
engravings on the hilt depicting warriors battling monsters but the entire
blade itself seem to have detailed pictures embossed onto it about hundreds of
battles it has seen before. Every time I reflected the light off of it the
pictures seem to move or change somehow showing more of one adventure or
another dragon being struck down. I really could have stared at this amazing
sword forever, however my focus was upon something else as my stomach grumbled
with hunger.
It
was up to me to scour this unknown castle in hopes of some sort of nutrition,
perhaps a fully cooked turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy, and
stuffing. What? A guy can dream can’t he?
I equipped my sword to my back and began to search
the whole castle, and I started with the room I was in. I have played many RPGS
in my life and I know when it comes to dungeon crawling there is no treasure to
small nor too big to pass up. Each drawer and cupboard is filled with hope as I
carefully searched the entire room. But alas, despite my dedication, I found
nothing but molding food. Disappointed but with high hopes I moved onto another
place.
Just outside of the kitchen starting point I opened
up a closet filled with all sorts of things. There I found many things such as
blankets, towels, a bowl, two forks, some cups, half a shoe, and my very first
treasure ever. In dead center on the middle shelf there I found a leather belt
with all sorts of pouches on it.
“MINE!” I said as I snatched the item for myself
and equipped it to my waist.
Acting as the grown adult that I have
become over the respectable long years back home, I started to dance around the
corridor and even started to formulate a success stance for when I accomplish
things such as finding treasures or winning fights. It started out as something
Rocky Balboa would do after reaching the top of a stair case and I even
practiced in the entrance to the next room I was going to enter in as well. It
was fitting to practice victory posing to a study as pristine as the one I
found. It was filled with many of books and fine leather furniture. The fine
study that belonged to a lord or an earl for sure is where my second treasure
in this castle. In a small lockbox on a fine wooden writing desk I found five
gold coins.
“Awe Yes! Victory Pose” and I tried another one of
my poses. I saw a chair so I stamped my right foot on it and trusted my fist in
the air like an upper cut punch. And just as I reached the full extension of my
pose the window blew open with a gale and started to blow my open jacket around
in an epic manner. I felt pretty awesome there for a moment.
Then suddenly Van heard a narrator tell him about a
clanging ruckus from down the corridor, passed the grand entrance behind the
cracked open door that lead into the ball room. Van peered around the door
frame to the study where he had heard the sound coming from. The darkness
masked the distance, hiding what was truly there in a vale of shadows. However
Van knew that here in this castle, he was not alone.
“Who said that?” I asked out loud but no one answered me. What is going
on now?
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