Cave (ran into a croner) (933 words)

´Well, shit! ´ I think as a look out of the mouth of the cave in which I suddenly awoke in.

The entrance to the cave is placed on top of a hill just big enough to overlook the seemingly endless forest around it.

Lush green leaves and many different kinds of plants form a harmonious picture that gives of the feeling of a fairy tale like world.

A deep frown spreads over my face as I take in the sight of my surroundings, desperately trying to make sense of my current situation.

´How the hell did me performing a puppet theater in the middle of the woods lead to me suddenly blackout and awake in a dark cave filled with luminous moos? ´My frown makes place to a more panicking expression.

´How do I survive in a place like this? I have never been interested in survival stuff nor do I believe I got the determination to hunt/kill anything. ´ I lament in silence as I walk out of the cave into the sunlight which makes the scenery only more beautiful than before and take a deep breath.

The fresh air which was free of any pollution caused by men fills my lungs and once again serves as proof that I am no longer in a familiar place.

Once outside I quickly walk once around the hill and surprisingly find a small pond full with clear and suspiciously luminous water.

I look into the pond and notice the unfamiliar blackish, green eyes staring back. For a good five minutes I stare at the mysterious eyes and the woman which were reflected from the mirror like surface of the luminous pond.

Wild black hair which turns into a deep forest green the closer it comes to the tips falls down to the middle of her back and her light brown skin is so smooth that it almost looks unnaturally perfect.

Sharp check bones and a mellow jaw give her face the feeling of a serious but beautiful woman.

A plain, dark green shirt, which one could buy in any clothing store, covers her upper body and clearly emphasizes her ample chest.

Black pants warp around her hips and long slender legs, leaving the feet bare.

When I got out of my daze and could think clear again, I realized that the woman I just saw was me.

This made another frown appear on my already naturally serious face.

´Has my soul been reincarnated or transmigrated into this new body? If yes, then why? ´ I try hard to come up with anything that could have been the cause for my sudden reincarnated/transmigrated.

The only thing that seems to fit was the last thing I did before I blacked out.

´What could, playing with puppets in the woods, have to do with why I got here? ´Scratching the back of my head I let my eyes wander over the endless forest around the hill.

´I awoke in a cave with a completely new body, which I strangely didn't even notice till I got a good look at it. ´ I pause for a moment.

´Now that I think about it, I don't have any problems with moving around in this body, event thought there are lots of differences, almost as I it has always been mine. ´My frown relaxes, and I make a sharp turn back to the cave.

´Maybe there are some clues deeper in the cave, if my train of thought is correct then there should be some things in the cave that belong to whoever inhabited this body before. ´ Unknowingly my steps become lighter and I subconsciously move my body almost silently.

Once again in the cave where occasionally patches of luminous moos provides some shabby means of lighting.

I move deeper inside and soon pass the place where I woke up from. A short distance further down, I abruptly come to a stop, lying around the cold stone floor are multiply dead animals, ranging from rabbits to birds and even a wolf.

My stomach turns and I almost vomit at the sight of the half rotten corpses, only now do I notice a foul smell which comes from the deeps of the cave.

"Damn! Who would do such a thing? "I curse out loud and my expression turns dark immediately after.

´Looks like the previous owner of this body wasn't a very nice person. ´Steeling myself I walk past the dead animal corpses after waiting for my stomach to calm down.

The deeper I go the more frequent the corpses become and the stronger the foul smell.

I had to rest multiple times so as to not throw up whatever the previous owner ate before I awoke and so my descend was rather slowly.

After a while I start to feel as if the mostly empty eye sockets of the animal corpse were silently observing my every movement, giving me the chills.

´This is way worse than any haunted house or graveyard, and sadly I have the strange feeling that my idea of being observed by the corpses of half rotten animals isn't just a product of stress and fear. ´The more I let my thoughts wander the more prominent my fear became on my face.

Just before I give up moving any further down, my bare feet touch a smooth surface, slightly startled I look down and notice that the ground no longer consists out of rough stone, but instead smooth marble plates.

Unsettled by the sudden change, I look behind me only to see sturdy wall out of the same white stone.