Posted: March 9, 2015 in Fantasy, journey, mythology, new books, novels, prince princess, quest
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This is part of chapter one: I awoke. I had no recollection of who I was or how I came to be here. Here, this wondrous place. A place that encircled me, no, TRAPPED me in a thick wove of trees twisted together like amalgamations of human beings and monsters. Shaking the leaves off of my body, I discovered that I was encased in something like a medieval suit of mechanical armor. As my bewildered eyes drew closer to the suit, I could see that it wasn’t just mechanical. It was BIO-mechanical. What a sight! Tubes and tentacles woven together like circuitry, bright shades of green that transformed into orange as I moved, a sword literally growing out of my right arm as a hand; and, on the ground beside me, there was a spiked helmet. Could I have been a demon? For this looked to me more like a suit fit for the walking dead than for a hero. My shock at my lack of memory was quickly extinguished, for in this suit I felt purpose, longing, and adventure. The land around me was the most extraordinarily beautiful thing I had ever seen; though apparently it was the ONLY thing I had ever seen. I didn’t even know what I looked like in full, having not seen my own reflection. I had, for lack of better words, simply been born. Created. Purposeful. Though, I did not know what my purpose was yet. So I decided to search for it. I reached down for my helmet and put it on. The spiky helmet felt cold upon my face. It felt unbearably uncomfortable, but as I tried to remove it, sinewy tentacles like those of an octopus shot out and connected to my suit. Once the connection was made, my body felt an intense shock and i convulsed violently. The excruciating pain was short lived. I suddenly felt a surge of power, but of a good sort. Oh was it good! I felt complete, as if a painting could feel satisfied once finished. I was a work of art. My suit of armor felt more like a part of my own body than an actual suit. As I said earlier, it was bio-mechanical, a perfect marriage of living flesh and computerized metal. Perhaps a better description would be living metal and living flesh strung together like fabric, for it did indeed have parts that resembled string or yarn, though they were hard and cold. But, as I touched them, they changed to soft, blanket soft; a transformation just as eerily quick as my colors. I didn’t merely feel it’s softness with my hands; my shell felt the change as well. Yes, this armor was a shell. The closest analogy I can think of is that I was a tortoise, my hard suit shielding me from danger. But why it became soft when I touched it, how I could feel it’s changes, how I could feel the air breezing upon it, how I could not get out of it (though that was certainly not something I desired), and what sort of danger it was there to protect me from, I knew not. I stumbled around the jungle, weeds twisting onto my feet as if they did not wish me to go on. I resisted them however and continued. I heard no sound other than the earth crushing under my feet, like I was some sort of lumbering monster, or perhaps Paul Bunyan. How I know that name and his story, I have no clue. It seemed as though I remembered it by instinct, as well as all of the normality of my environment. The smell of trees, the breeze of silent wind, and the taste of the air all seemed familiar. It doesn’t make sense, I know, but it is the truth: a man without memory feeling as though he knew everything about his surroundings, just not himself. Also knowing language, as well as scenarios (and certain words) that I would soon come to find are virtually non-existent in this place. I must have come from someplace else. I spoke of normality, but this jungle was far from normal; far from the normal I somehow knew of. It was much too serene, as if nothing but plants existed; and after I had walked perhaps twenty yards I discovered a large puddle that did something strange, though strange seems to be the norm in this world. I noticed that there was much wind(silent wind, mind you), but as it tossed the leaves about the ground, it did not ripple the water whatsoever. It simply stayed calm. I wondered if it was perhaps frozen and somehow only LOOKED liquid(this was a silly thought, for the air was warm), so I knelt down to touch it. To my surprise, my hand sunk within it normally. The water could be disturbed by my hand, by life, but not by wind. Somehow, I knew that it could only be penetrated by living things(I would experience many more strange occurences of intuition later on). I tested my theory by dropping a stone into the clear water. It bounced, no, it SHOT off of the water as if it had been dropped on an unusually bouncy trampoline. The rock zoomed straight up into the sky, and I did not see it return to earth. I began to feel thirsty, so I scooped some water into my hand and brought it to my mouth; but I had forgotten that my helmet was on, so I felt the cold liquid just run off of my metallic face. Cold, cold, cold! I shuddered in freezing amazement that the water was so cold in such a warm place. I was in a most upsetting circumstance. The helmet would not come off, so I was unable to quench my thirst. Would I never eat or drink? I didn’t let this bother me too much, for I was confident and would not let fear touch me. still, I had to try. As I felt around the back of the helmet, I noticed that my reflection in the puddle was simply stunning. I looked demonic and terrifying. This didn’t bother me either, for I was determined to go through with the current task of helmet removal. My hand quickly located something like a button near the back of my neck and pushed it. To my relief and excitement, I heard a hissing stream of gas, and then the tentacles disconnected. I removed the helmet,began to drink, and peered down at the reflection of my true face. I had brown hair and brown eyes, distinguished eyebrows, a small nose, small ears, and big lips, which smacked together in a funny fashion as I drank. The water trickled down my throat and made me feel euphoric. This good feeling, however, disappeared within seconds of its arrival. Without the helmet, I immediately began to feel afraid, incomplete, and unfinished. I then seemed to have had a vision(I thought in that moment that it was only from fear) of multi legged monsters twisting and roaring together. They clambered on top of each other like maggots. It felt as if the creatures were right there with me, their slimy mouths longing to sink their serrated teeth through my armor and into my soft flesh. Thankfully though, the vision died away after a few seconds. I reattached the helmet, and felt invincible once again. After I had walked aimlessly for a few hundred feet, I saw up ahead of me a group of about a dozen birds nesting on the ground. I thought that they may have been flightless, for there were certainly enough branches around for them to house their families in, but in fact, the things weren’t birds at all. As I advanced slowly, trying not to frighten them away, I noticed that they had no beaks, no feathers, and no feet. They walked upon their bat like wings in an almost reptile like fashion, though they were not sluggish at all. Graceful little creatures! I was mesmerized and entranced by their sheer uniqueness. A few of them became aware of my presence and did not seem alarmed. They stared me down with a look of boredom. But what they did next completely shattered my curious trance. Placed into a state of disgusted fear even worse than when my helmet was off, I watched as, one by one, their exotic forms all turned their heads to face me, and, with sickening unison, the things SMILED, showing off rows of bloodstained teeth. I had assumed that they had been feasting on their very young, or at least their own kind, for there within the mouths of some of them I could see reptilian forms not unlike the eaters themselves. Seeing as they were not impressed by my large form and sharp sword, I turned and ran. They began to pursue me at a surprising speed, with some circling over my head and some flying by my sides near the ground. They did not take their eyes off of me all the while. Then, to my utter horror, the beasts spoke. “Why are you here, Youngling? Lost? Scared? A bit worn and tired? Come with us, and we shall soothe your flesh with our tongues.” The tongues shot at me, like those of chameleons, and lifted me high into the air. They didn’t soften my suit, so I at least possessed some protection. How much that mattered however, I knew not, for I was being carried away by monsters that spoke in unison as if they were all directed by a single brain. My survival instinct kicked in, and I began slashing at the slimy tongues with my blade. They laughed as their tongues were severed, which of course caused me to fall. I didn’t even realize that they had already carried me as high into the air as a mountain(for I could in fact see mountains of immense height off into the distance). I fell to earth with fear, embracing the inevitable. But I did not die. I landed with powerful pain and rolled down a steep hill into a river without flow. There were beasts underwater too! These fanged, hairy brutes dragged me further and further down what seemed like an eternal depth. Then, I was lifted back onto dry land by the long tongues of the flying ones. They surrounded me, leaving me with no chance of escape. This all happened so fast! Their cruel voice then spoke to me once more. “WANNA show us some gratitude? We rescued you from the water sprites! They would have ripped your body into little shreds if we hadn’t kept our chase.” With intense, hopeless, fearful, and burning anger, I replied to them for the first time. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” “We are fairies, though you may call us LEGION, for we are many.” At this they all howled with laughter. “We don’t want to hurt you, silly thing. Just give you a tour around our jungle. You ARE the one the neighborhood speaks of, are you not?” Still fearful, I told them I had no idea who I was or why I was here. Their humor was most distasteful. “Stupid creature,” they chuckled. “Not knowing your own destiny, your own worth. You will learn soon enough the rules of this jungle….OH stop with your cowardice, you fool! We wouldn’t eat you. Anyone who can save HER is a friend of ours. She loves us and we love her.” A new voice bellowed out of nowhere. “Come now, Annoyance. You know you wouldn’t hurt this man, for you are nothing but playful vegetarians. Why must you frighten him? You always play with new arrivals; but I believe this one is no fool. His helmet connected. He is the one. And do please refrain from calling yourselves LEGION. You are far from demonic.” At this, they fell silent, having a look of spoiled fun upon their scaly faces. The newcomer who silenced them was a cow. His eyes however looked more like the eyes of a man, full of wisdom and life. He had a black body with orange stripes across his back. “How do you do friend? I am Steer, noble servant of the Alpha. I trust you are weary. Here, have a treat.” The cow nudged a small bag of colorful candies towards me with his hoof. “What you gonna do cow,” cackled the fairies in a mocking tone. “STEER him in the right direction? Why, you don’t even possess horns! Look at that belly! UTTERLY unacceptable; UTTERLY feminine. The male with mammary glands! UTTERLY, UTTERLY, UTTERLY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” I laughed as well, and then looked to the cow, expecting shame and embarrassment to be on his face. Well, I was mistaken. The cow went mad. “YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE! Though you saved him, all you continue to do is attempt to frighten and discourage him! Leave now at once!” “Gooooood grief, old heifer can’t take a joke.” With this, the fairies flew off into what was beginning to look like a sunset. It caught my eye and gave me brief comfort, for it distracted me from the fact that I was speaking with a fluent cow. He nudged me and said, “eat. It will help you recover from that nasty fall.” I was impatient, tired, frightened, doubtful, and on the verge of losing my sanity. So I lost my temper with steer and screamed at him; asking who I was, why I was here, and how the hell am ugly cow could talk. His reaction taught me one thing…you cannot lose your temper in this world, especially with a cow. Apparently, they don’t take insults very well, for once the words left my mouth he lifted his front hooves and kicked me square in the jaw with such a force that I felt my helmet nearly crack. As I began fading out of consciousness, he stopped over me and whispered in my ear. “I cannot tell you who you are or why you are here. My lips are unfit to speak such noble words. But I can take you to one who can give you the answers. And I am not ugly, you hoof lacking, hairless monkey!” And then everything went black.

Thank you for reading! I shall post chapters two and three on here in the near future for everyone to read. Then, once the chapters have been seen by enough people, I shall post a link to sell the rest of the novel in its entirety. Feedback is very much appreciated!



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