1 Unfamiliarity

Tyrone woke up coughing and gasping for air. He was dazed, confused, and relishing the sweet warm air that he had taken for granted. He looked around the room, hands still on his chest. Where was he? Where did the lake go? Did he pass out, and someone came to help him? Why in this run-down shack of a room? Why isn't his family here, waiting for him to wake? How long had he been out for? He had so many questions, and not a single soul to ask them to. He observed the room in greater detail. One messy, blue bed, of which he was laying in. One desk, filled to the corners with objects and gizmos. He sat up, and felt that he had something poking out from under his butt. He looked down, and caught a glimpse of his upper arms. A loud gasp escaped his mouth as he saw smooth, glossy aquamarine scales covering his skin. He touched the scales and felt the movement travel underneath. He reached for his neck to see if someone put him in some weird costume, but all he felt was him touching his neck and the tough, flexible scales. He sat there, unable to react. The shock factor was simply too much. He hoped out of the bed, making his way towards a mirror or any reflective surface. He saw nothing, with the exception of a spear in the left-hand corner of the room, which he grabbed with his long, taloned fingers. Useless, its surface was scratched and hazy. He placed it back down and opened the door of the room, peeking out to see the hallway. There, a giant lizard-like beast walked to another door in the small, scrunched hallway while holding a basket of clothes. The lizard was standing on its hind legs! Tyrone was terrified beyond belief. He made no noise retreating slowly back into the room, closing the door and grabbing the spear beside it. He angled the spear for a thrust, preparing for if the beast was hostile. Suddenly, a small, muffled voice played in his head. The voice repeated itself over and over, becoming louder and clearer progressively.

"Stop! Stop! Stop this nonsense! Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why are you controlling my body! Begone Demon, in the name of the six gods!" The voice said, its tone both offensive and disoriented. Tyrone kept his spear trained on the door, but his mind wasn't even focused on the outside events.

"Who are you? How did I get here?" Tyrone thought with emphasis on the you, I, and here. "I'm just as confused as you!"

The door opened and the Lizard ambled in as it spoke in a raspy voice that Tyrone couldn't understand. He kept the spear up, and the lizard stared at him awkwardly. The creature spoke again and laughed as its tail whipped out and curled itself around the spear. The long, whip-like tail yanked the spear out of Tyrone's hand and bonked him over the head with it before the creature sauntered out of the door.

"what?" Tyrone thought

"That's my mother, did you not hear what she said?" The voice questioned.

"No, I did not." Tyrone thought.

"She said 'what are you doing with your father's spear? I told you not to move it. He needs it for guard duty soon.', now do you understand?"

"Oh, I see." Tyrone remarked mentally.

"incompetent swine!" The voice mocked.