Everfree: Martyn's Trial

Blinding light burned Martyn's eyes as scorching winds blew his clothes around. he squeezed his eyes open past the glare of the sun, he was falling. A shot of crimson blazed past him and another streak of colour, this time a brilliant green, streaked into the side of his body. he collided as he fell closer to the grand with a great pine, and he was caught in the branches. He rolled and grabbed at the sharp needles as the spidery branches lashed at his clothes, which where beginning to look ragged. "Get the Human!" shouted a confident female voice, and after recognizing what was happening, Martyn was immediately grabbed by the scruff of his shirt, and felt hot breath on the back of his neck.

He was being lifted back into the air, and in his panic he kicked and scratched, and whatever he was being carried by was unable to keep grip. Good news: He wasn't being carried any higher. Bad news: Nothing was stopping his plummet. He careened towards he earth, into more lush foliage, this time not sharp pines but thankfully the soft leaves of a very large fruit tree. he rolled from branch to branch before falling the last few feet to the ground. he stood and examined his surroundings. Trees toward overhead, their foliage blocking out the sky he fell from, the only gap being where Martyn had fallen. Vines hung from the trees and iridescent flowers grew from every spare patch of earth. He was still in one piece, at least for now.

Martyn reached one arm straight across his chest, to stretch out his stiffening muscles before he winced and quickly retracted his arm. A large bruise was growing swiftly, originating from two small pinpricks in the soft skin just in the center of his inner right arm. His sleeve was torn on his right arm, allowing him easy visage to the welt growing on his arm. He wore a think plaid jacket, black and red on the outside with a soft white fur like material on the inside. Under that, a yellow graphic T-Shirt, too stained with mud and debris to understandably read the text below the shredded image macro. He was bare footed, which was not good in terrain like this, which he knew from sparring family hiking trips, and he also wore baggy black jeans, which had large holes revealing scraped knees. he had work to do.

If anything, Martyn was an analytical thinker, he quickly adapted to situations, and he was able to work to find his way out. Unlucky for him, he was also polar opposite of what type of person would fair well in wild terrain. He was 6 foot 2, with the skin of someone who recently escaped the prison of some demonic overlord, which seemed to glow in the dim light cast from the flowers and fungi draping his surroundings.

He began walking, if you want to stay lost, you walk, if you want to get found, you stay, and for some reason Martyn feared being found much more than not. He grabbed a long, somewhat straight piece of fallen timber and brandished it as a walking stick as he moved between the trees. The sun was setting, and he did not hope to find out what would come after dark.