Weightless

Andrew felt like his body was floating but as quickly as the feeling had began it ended and he made contact with what felt to be the ground. "Shiiit....", Andrew groaned as he rose into a sitting position and opened his eyes. "My body hurts like a sum bitch", he whimpered. He then pushed himself to his feet, stretched his back, and promptly took notice of his surroundings."Whoa what the fuck! This isn't my kitchen!". He felt like a small child stuck in a department store without it's parents and he then proceeded to faint. Upon waking up he once again pushed himself to his feet, cleared his head, and got himself together. Noticing that it appeared to be mid morning, he decided to survey his surroundings. He found, after wandering for quite some time, that he was in a forest of dense trees.

Andrew tried to remember all he had learned as a cub scout in his younger years as he wandered. He recalled that the most important thing was to know his surroundings. He then decided to find the high ground, just as Obi-Wan had. As his wandering continued, all he could see were trees. Miles and miles of trees. Andrew, having covered a lot of ground, had started to become irritated with the amount of greenery around him. "Nothing but these motherfucking trees!", thought Andrew as he rage built up in his stomach.

As the sun began to fall into the horizon, Andrew could just barely make out the outline of what appeared to be a large mound of rocks in a clearing that wasn't far from his location. Fearing what came out a night in the forest, Andrew quickly increased his speed in hopes of making it to the mound before the sun disappeared. Andrew, having reached the rocks, marveled at the sheer size of the mound. It hadn't appeared so large at first glance. He didn't want to waste any more time so he quickly began his climb.

As he reached the top, he could make out in the distance what seemed to be the soft glow of torches from a village. He quickly made the decision to travel there and ask where he was and how he could get home. He started make his way down from the rocks as an unfamiliar voice shouted at him. "Hey asshole! The hell you doing on my house!". Andrew, taken aback by the outburst, replied "Whatever the hell I want to do!". He turned around just in time to take a monstrous fist to the mouth. This caused him to fall the rest of the way down the rocks and onto the forest floor. As he fell he thought about what had gone wrong, then, once again he blacked out.

As the world swam back into focus he found himself not on the ground, but bound with rope to a stone chair. He quickly bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to wake himself from what he thought was a dream. "Not going to work dumb ass." said a voice Andrew vaguely remembered from earlier. "Yes, you're really here and I ought to kill you for putting your crusty toes on my house." (Author Note: Andrew doesn't like shoes). With those words a rock partition that Andrew took to be a wall sunk into the floor and a man stepped out from behind it. The man, although not nearly a stocky as Andrew, appeared to stand a full head taller. He looked to be in his mid forties, possessing a full head of hair and a neatly trimmed beard, both of which were streaked with gray.

Andrew, with a smirk, looked at the man and said, "Please sir I've lost my mom. Can you help me find her?". The man stared at Andrew for what felt like an eternity before he cracked a wide grin. "I like you son your dumb as hell.", chuckled the man. In the midst of his laughter, he conjured up an additional stone chair for himself and sat down. "Cool trick!", exclaimed Andrew with eyebrows raised in amazement. .

The man looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. "Stop acting like you haven't seen someone move the earth element before. It's not exactly a rare thing." Andrew, looking puzzled, asked, "You mean to tell me you moved that shit?". The man raised his eyebrow and nodded. Andrew paused and chose his next words carefully. "Like- as in there's not some small little man moving this shit? Like you yourself did this?". The man, believing that Andrew was trying to fool him, angrily rose from his chair and started to yell, " YES YOU FUCKING MORON I MOVED MY FLOOR! I ALSO BUILT THIS HOUSE AND MADE THIS FURNITURE! EVERYTHING YOU SEE I DID!". Andrew, a bit hurt by the mans tone of voice, shifted his gaze to the floor.

The man, now having regained his composure, sat back down and looked at Andrew. "So what's your name son?", the man asked, trying seem as if he didn't just lose his cool. "Andrew yours?", the younger man asked". "Kurtis but everyone calls me Kurt", the older man explained. "Well um... Kurtis, why exactly am I tied to a chair in your home?".