1 Arrival

Prologue

Chapter 1

Arrival

Little by little my conscious came back. What I found made me want to go back to my sleep.

It was cold, very cold.

I felt like I was sleeping outside in the winter season. The cold ground was freezing my skin to the bones while the cold wind was biting my bones.

My teeth started clattering.

I tried to find my quilt but after flailing my hands for a while, I couldn't find it.

When the cold became unbearable, I frustratingly got up to look for it.

What I saw for a moment had me taken aback.

Trees.

There were trees all around me. But they were not just trees. They were forest trees. You could easily tell them apart by the vegetation growth and concentration.

I was in an unfamiliar forest, sitting on the ground beside what appeared to be a campfire's remains. For a moment I thought it was a dream but I could feel the cold, painful winds on my skin. Still, I pinched myself to confirm it.

I felt the pain.

Thankfully, the cold was quickly dissipating. I could see the sun rising while birds chirped. The trees although were quite long.

I pinched myself to see if I am in a dream or not, again.

I was not as I could still feel the pain.

I looked down at my body to see a different skin tone and it felt like I had suddenly become short and so thin. The ground was a lot nearer than it should be. My skin tone has always been wheatish brown and now it was white and not just any white. It was like chalk white. There were no hairs on my forearms which I definitely had last night. For fuck's sake, there was no meat in my hands. They looked like fucking twigs.

Getting a bad feeling, I stood up. I tried to find anything to see myself. I saw a water puddle not far from me.

'It probably rained sometime ago' I mused.

Water drops from the trees were falling into the puddle making a soothing sound. The ground was wet in some areas. Thankfully, it was not where I had apparently 'slept'. Mud was sticking to my shoes which looked like nothing that I or any other human would wear. It looked like they were crudely handmade with leather.

I really did not like the conclusion my mind was jumping on.

At last, I reached the water puddle and looked in it.

What greeted me was definitely not my face. My black hair has changed to a dirty blonde. My black eyes have changed into blue ones. But that was not all. The most disastrous thing, I looked like a fucking 9-10-year-old child.

I think my mind agreed it was a perfectly good time to freak out.