Chronicles of an Unknown World - The Awakening

IMPORTANT NOTE:

From now on, I will be switching the point-of-view of the story from time to time. I'm either gonna use the main character's point of view (which is the point of view in this part) or an "omniscient" point of view (which made up the entire prologue). I'll clearly label when I make the switch, but if anything confuses you, please tell me in the comments section below! More details of this change will be up on my blog.

Otherwise, enjoy part one of chapter one!

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-CHAPTER 1: FIRST ENCOUNTERS-

{*First-Person, Main Character*}

Sleepy.

And not the kind of ‘not-enough-sleep’ sleepy, but the “It’s-way-too-early-for-this-B.S.” sleepy. At the same time, I didn’t feel like I was awakening from a normal slumber. Oh no, this time, I fell a little bit… different. A bit, oh, I dunno, out of place? I had no idea why I was thinking that, but it was my gut feeling talking, not my standard conscious.

My head was pounding, but that's just one more note to add to my growing list of confusing facts. It’s definitely a bad sign if you wake up to a skull-splitting headache. I tried to move my hands up to my temples to massage them, but then realized that I physically couldn’t. In fact, I couldn’t feel my arms at all, or any of my other limbs! Then, after a few seconds, the feeling in my fingers, toes, and main torso started to come back to me with a strange tingling sensation. It kinda felt like when a body part falls asleep: when you try to wake it up it has a poking, pinching sensitivity to it. It was strange to say the least.

My brain was slow to start up and get going. For the first few seconds of my day, I could not feel, nor hear, smell, see or even taste my dehydrated morning mouth. When I was able, the first thing that came out of my mouth was a groan, signalling my discomfort towards waking up so early.

I started thinking about last night. Or, at least I tried to, because every time I tried to look back my mind's eye came back with a big blank. There was nothing. It's not like I didn't do anything yesterday evening, it's just that I couldn't remember exactly WHAT I did. Slowly panicking, I tried to remember what I had for lunch yesterday. Well, I had a steaming hot pile of CAN' REMEMBER! In fact, I couldn't figure out anything about the previous day! Was it a school day? Was it a weekend? I couldn't recall, same as before! Day before that? Nadda! Day before that? Nope! My entire week? Zip! No can do! Not gonna happen! Because apparently, my brain chose an AWESOME TIME to have amnesia! Good job brain, good job! Well, at least I can still remember my name and schtuff, so at least it wasn't full blown amnesia!

Suddenly, the tingling feeling went away in my legs and my brain registered the pain in my knees. I winced, wondering what I had done this time to make them hurt so early in the morning. Then it came to me that my legs were in an awkward position, hanging over the edge of the bed. Not only was it immensely uncomfortable, but was probably bad for the joints in my knees as well. But why were they hanging off the side of the bed? My bed certainly can accommodate my entire lengthy, so why were my legs not fitting into the bedframe? This entire situation was not boding well with me.

My other senses were starting to awaken. I could hear voices in the background, but until my brain woke up enough to start recognizing speech, all I could hear was mumbo-jumbo. I took a deep breath through my nose, and then frowned. The air around me did not smell right. It didn’t have the distinct odor of MY room, or, in fact, MY house. This room smelt heavily of pine, dust and wood, which was definitely was not the smell of my room! I let my hands grasp the bed sheets underneath me. They did not feel like my bed sheets!

A few seconds later, my instincts were  screaming “GET UP, GET UP, THIS IS NOT YOUR ESTABLISHMENT, THIS IS NOT YOUR BED. GET UP AND FIND OUT WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!” Of course, I controlled my mind’s outbursts as I tried to analyze the situation accordingly. Was I kidnapped or something? Maybe someone hit me over the head! That would be a good reason as to my why head hurt so much and why I couldn’t remember what happened this past week.

I steadily creaked my eyes open, adjusting to the light in the room. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much. The source of light was coming out of the right corner of my eye, but what interested me was the ceiling of the room that I was in. It was a mahogany colour, with several strange brown swirls and lines painted on the surface. What’s more is that that it appeared to be made of wood, and yet it was as smooth as a baby’s face. Shouldn’t wooden structures be made of planks? Unless I'm looking at some kind of weird wood pattern-painted room or something. Anyways, I squinted, trying to wrap my head around the situation around me. I lifted my head slightly and looked towards the source of the voices that I was hearing.

“-mean, he doesn’t have any visible injuries, and nothings broken, so there’s nothing really wrong with him, except that he’s still unconscious…”

I could barely hear the voice that was talking. It sounded like a teenaged girl’s voice, except a lot calmer and less rowdy. However, when I looked in the direction of the voice, I couldn’t see anything except a blurry mess. I guess that my eyes were still waking up. Jeez, that’s a new thing, eyes waking up. But so far, all I could see was a crummy blend of browns, purples and yellows. Wow, what a strange combination of colours.

Ok, why are my senses so messed up this morning? Well, I’m not even sure if it’s really morning or not, but that’s beside the point! I feel out of whack with my uncooperative speech recognition , my sight blurry and my numbed limbs! This isn’t normal. Did that girl do something with me? Why the heck am I not in my house? I was definitely abducted. I mean, that’s the only logical reason for this particular situation, right? Anyways, the point is that something’s wrong with me. Something’s wrong with my senses and my body!

I heard a sigh. “Well, at least he’s recovering right?”

That voice that just spoke was not the same first voice that I heard before. No, this voice spoke with firmness, and yet I could hear multiple tones of knowledge just by the way she spoke. Somehow, I could tell that there was a wise mind working those words.

“May I please see the patient?”

“Oh, yes! Of course…”

The yellow-thing moved aside while I watched the purple blob move towards me. Its form was slowly transforming, getting in the range of my eyes focus.

“Oh! I think its awake now!”

My eyes widened as the purple-blob-thing was finally recognizable… somewhat. Recognizable would be the wrong word for it. I would say more a correct term would be FREAKISH, ALIEN-LIKE! I have no idea how to describe this… creature (yeah, creature would be one way to define this thing) in front of me. It kinda struck me horse-like, except it was wayyyyyyy too stubby to be any kind of horse that I’ve ever seen before. Pair that with the fact that It’s body was covered in a dark lavender colour and It’s head was two-thirds the size of it’s body, and you’ve got ONE FREAKING NASTY KIND OF HELL SPAWN!

I mean seriously, why was such a horrifying creature ever created in the first place? It’s head was filled up with two unnaturally large eyes, coloured a dark purple to match the rest of the body. I could see an outline of a tiny muzzle, with two slits for nostrils and a mouth slightly curved upwards into a smile. There was a somewhat large, pointy thing that was sticking out of it’s forehead. It’s hair was a dark purple as well, except with a pink highlight strand in the middle of it’s hairdo. I could see that it had a cute, petite tail protruding out of IT’S ASS.

Aw, freakin’ A, this creature is seriously screwed up in so many ways, but at the same time, it… it was just so freakin’ girly! Not that I have anything against girly things, nor am I sexist, but this was just on the borderline of being girly-cute. The only thing that KEPT it from being cute was the fact that IT LOOKED LIKE A MUTATED HORSE THING FROM OUTER SPACE!!!

What’s more is that from my point of view, the graphical detail of her body was abnormal. I wasn’t able to recognize the fine strands of coat hair that NORMAL horses should have (assuming that this thing IS some kind of horse). In addition, her entire… colour scheme was way too vibrant and bright to be real, and I felt like I was looking at a marker drawing brought to life. Sure, I could clearly see depth, seeing as the back end of the creature looked farther away than the front, but several three-dimensional aspects of were still lost in the process of viewing translation. The best way I could sum up the look of the creature in front of me was THAT IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS FROM A FREAKING CARTOON.

My eyes opened even more. I suddenly was more aware of my surroundings, aware that the rest of the room carried the same style of detail as the horse-thing in front of me, which was cartoon-like. Unrealistic colours, improper shading, strange depth of field; this was one heck of a nightmare that I was experiencing. I glanced over to the left side of the room. The walls were the same wood-like material that the ceiling was made out of, except this time, there were a few bookcases that were built into the walls. To the right of me, there was a single lit candle sitting on a small drawer. It was the only light source in the room. Behind the candle was a window that was covered in dark green curtains. My recovering hearing ability had returned enough to recognize the sound of a fierce thunderstorm creating havoc outside.

My gaze returned to looking forward. This time I looked at the blankets that were covering me up. They were a light-blue colour, once again holding a striking resemblance to a cartoon art style. Or maybe at this point I could call it cel-shading. Whatever, it still looked weird! I had already tucked in my legs from the edge of the bed and they were now hiding underneath the blankets. Then I realized that I was sitting up completely, clutching the blankets and scared beyond belief.

If everything in the room looked cartoonish, then what the heck did I look like? Well, curiosity killed the cat and I glanced down at the top of my hands. I could feel the blood leaving my face. My hands were void of any kind of hair, knuckle or skin detail that it once had. The only thing that remained was a thin outline of my fingernails. While I screamed“WHAT IS THIS MADNESS???”in my head, my voice could only manage a wimpy squeak.

“Oh! Hello there!”

The yellow blob, which now looked more cleared now that some time has passed, began to approach me as well. As she got closer, my jaw dropped even further. She. Was. Exactly. The. Same. As. The. Purple freaking horse-THING! She was the same basic shape; immensely puny compared to the NORMAL kinds of horses I knew! Her coat was the same yellow colour I saw before, but now it was accompanied by grapefruit pink hair which was hanging down over her right eye. Speaking of eyes, it had large, cyan eyes, which were similar to the purple thing beside it. Whatever these two creatures were, they were obviously the same species.

It continued to walk towards me.

“How are you feeling? Don’t worry, you’re safe with us now.” It got to the left edge of the bed. “You shouldn’t sit up so suddenly, your head will start to hurt. Lie back down so you can rest a bit longer.”

The yellow thing reached out to try and help me settle back into the lying position, but I scooted myself scooted over to the right, sucking in my legs regardless of the pain and felt my butt feel empty space. I’m not sure how scared I looked at that moment, but I knew that inside, I felt like I pissed myself in fear. Not only was I scared of those horse-things approaching me, but I was also scared of the entire situation that I was literally sitting in.

Nothing in this morning (if you could call it that, I had no idea what time of day it was anymore) made sense. Talking, colourful horse things trying to unnecessarily ‘help’ me, unnatural shades of colours surrounding me, the fact that I had an abnormal awakening a few minutes ago: my mind was very close to snapping. There was no freaking way, in the basic laws of reality, that light is supposed to reflect of a smooth surface such as WOOD in the fashion I’m seeing before me. Also, since when to FREAKING DEMON HORSE TALK??? And where THE FRICK ARE MY KNUCKLES???

No… Nothing made sense anymore; logic was in-existent. It didn’t matter if up was up or down was up, no, nothing like that mattered to me anymore! All the laws of time, space, and physics, as I knew them, were flushed down the tube. They were kaput. Done. Finished. Out of luck! OUT OF THE FRYING PAN AND INTO THE FIRE! BURNING INFERNO! MU AH HA HA HA!

“Oh, don’t be afraid of us, we’re here to help you…” the yellow thing tried approached me again. I watched her movements and fell off the right side of the bed, still having a death grip on the blanket. I shuffled as fast as I could into the corner of the room, right beneath the window. In the process, I accidentally bumped against the small drawer with the burning candle on top of it and toppled it to the floor. The candle was still alight when it hit the wood, and I thought for a second that I single-handily created a fire out of sheer fright.

“Oh dear, are you alright?” the yellow-thing asked me.

“One sec…” the purple thing followed up. I looked at purple as she focused her gaze onto the candle. Then, the pointy thing on the top of her head started to glow with a soft purple light. I watch the candle become enveloped in the same light as purple-y had going on over here and LEVITATED back onto the drawer. There was no fire, there was no knockdown, it was as it that little light show of it's reversed the past five seconds of my life.

What. Just. HAPPENED?

It’s pointy-horn thing just glowed and suddenly the candle LIFTS ITSELF FROM THE FLOOR AND BACK ONTO THE FREAKING DRAWER??? WHAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN! IT’S NOT EVEN WORTH IT TO USE MY COMMON SENSE OR BRAIN ANYMORE! STUFF JUST HAPPENS, WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON, AND IT’S ALL ACCEPTABLE??? WHAT THE FUCK AM I WATCHING??? THE COLOURS DON’T MAKE SENSE! THE SHADOWS AND LIGHT DON’T MAKE SENSE! THE ANIMALISTIC ALIENS DON’T MAKE A FUCKING DROP OF SENSE!

IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!!

“EEEEEUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I screamed, with all my might, with all my breath, with all my strength left in my scared body.

Suddenly, my visions turned to darkness and my ears went deaf. Every single nerve in my body screamed out in agony at I felt like I was being singed by a lightning bolt from every single angle. Next thing I knew, my neck snapped painfully backwards and made a *crack* sound, which at the time was the only thing that I could hear. After that my hands and feet went numb, with the rest of my body following suit. It was like I was waking up all over again, except backwards, with my consciousness swiftly turning itself off.

Then, nothingness overtook me.

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