When first I awoke the smell of fire choked my lungs. I didn’t know where I was, didn’t know who I was. I sat up, trying to see what lay around me. I was incredibly weak. It was as if all my strength had been lost in some struggle that I could now not remember. Finally I managed to sit up. A mound of charred earth lay piled to my back, allowing for a comfortable back rest. Though the heat I could feel coming from it had me think twice. I struggled to my knees now seeing a site of wonder, things that made me question my existence. How am I still living?
I sat inside a small crater; it was just long enough and deep enough to allow for a man of my size. In looking to the south it was as if I had indeed fallen from the sky. I could see a couple other apparent impact sites, as if I had bounced several times before finally coming to an abrupt stop. The top layer of soil within my crater was charred black and in places still smoldering. Every item around my crater that could be burnt was either set ablaze or had burnt out.
I struggled to my feet, almost shaking so that I could barely manage. Every muscle ached, though I was certain that nothing was permanently broken. “What the hell?” I asked myself quietly. I stumbled out of my impact crater. The strain of moving made me dizzy. My eyes burned and spots appeared before my sight. I collapsed shortly after exiting. Darkness found me, pure darkness, no dreams, and no thoughts.
I awoke to the sound of words. “Get Up.” echoed inside my mind.
My awakening started my heart as if electricity were running through my blood. It seemed as though it would pound out of my chest. I gasp for air and after several minutes I can finally start to slow my breathing. Why am I so panicked? Other than the strange circumstances in which I have found myself there is no other reason for me to be alarmed. My dreams if you could call them that were nothing to drive me into a fit like that, only darkness. I couldn’t help but give a chuckle
“Ha! What? Am I afraid of the dark?”
I raise myself into a sitting position. This time the pain is not completely unbearable. “What am I to do?” I ask myself again. Not every day that I wake up and have no idea of who or where I am. I take my time in standing. Though I don’t know if anyone is watching, highly unlikely, but it’s embarrassing enough to me that I had fallen face first into the dust. My memory is lost still though the semblance of some emotions run through my veins. Fear, embarrassment, confusion. These seem all too familiar.
“Well I guess I will trust you to land me someplace familiar.” I say aloud as I slap my thighs. With a look to the skies my already bleak attitude dwindles a bit more.
“Great, a storm blows in, just what I need.”
The wind blew sheets of water, it hit as if it had a plan to wear me down bit by bit. I had been walking for hours and still not a sound, not a light, not a single soul, no animals. I remain completely alone.
After several hours I found that the rain would not relent. Finally I find my refuge, a small under catch on the side of a small hill. Just out of the rain, not very spacious what so ever but drier none the less. Aside from the stench of decaying animal dung the place was very cozy compared to being in the rain.
I quickly began to nod. No dreams would find me on this insidious night. None that would take mention anyway, complete and utter darkness, no sound, no dreams, and no thoughts.
I was awakened with a start. Not near as out of breath as when I had taken my last nap. I found the stars were fast fading. Not that the sun was calling them into submission more that the grayness of the overcast skies was choking the twinkling light from them.
I scurried out of my quaint little abode wondering what surprises today may hold. With a stretch and yawn I come upon something that indeed catches my eye. On the very distant horizon I see what appears to be a low darkening cloud. After some study I realize that this is no cloud indeed it is smoke, my mind tells me it is smoke that is made by many fires, forges, possibly a village. I will make my way across the plain in hopes to find some answers.
I am covered in filth. My brown hair is matted; my pale skin is now a dingy mud brown. My clothing tattered beyond repair. I look as a beggar pleading for death. As long as I am not found as an eyesore to the people of this yet seen city I will enter and hopefully find what I am seeking. First on my list, food, I have not an idea as to how long it has been since last I ate. One of the many things I do not know.