slowly regaining consciousness

I feel wind. Bitter cold.
I can hear water.
A beach.
fists fulls of sand
[crunch][crunch ]
Fftoooh!!!!!! FTTOOOOHHHH!!!!!
Thhpppp!!!!! THHPP!!!


Eeckckk!!!

Where am I??
What is this place?

To make a long story short. Here I am, exiled. Banished. Sent away with only what was in my possession. Nevermind the why's. All that matters is that it is bitterly cold, dusk is fastly approaching, and those howls are getting closer and closer.


This beach looks to be amidst forested snowcapped mountains.
No time. It's cold.
Three options here.

Do i go left, right, or into the forest?
what's that?
I think I'll go with the right; I'll travel along the beach. I can see something on the shore in the distance. A glint of reflected sunlight.



As I run along the shoreline the ice cold water feels ironically good as it washes my feet.
This beach seems to go on forever
Finally I reach a very small abandoned encampment.

It's an old camp site. hmm!!
A good sign!! Somebody has been here! Looks abandoned.
I wonder where they went?





I quickly build a fire and eat. It's beginning to get darker and colder.
With a full stomach and a fire I can now think straight. And i think, survival.
I'm going to need some gear before i leave here.


Too easy to get comfortable in the warmth of the fire.
Never know when someone, or something, might walk up on me.
But it's so warm. So snuggly.
So....
zzz

Zzz


ZZZ....zzzz.....ZZZzz.....ZzZ......zz

I wake up in the civil twilight hours of dusk, with the night life of this apparently remote wilderness. The shore is no longer louder than the forest. I can hear hungry predators in the distance.


Having absolutely no idea where I am, I decide it would be best to just stay in the tattered crumbled shelter with the fire. Hopefully it will not attract anything.

Morning comes without incident.
Awoken by the roar of the tide, I feel like doing nothing more than to just stay by the fire.

Hunger pains strike my gut and then it sinks in. It really sinks in.
I am on my own.
If I do not think smart and act fast then I am going to die out here. Bottom line.


Luckily I was not fully disrobed before I was dumped off out here. I still have my pouch and I thank the Heavens for that alone!
I happened to have my work day bag on me when they took me. My lucky stone hatchet, my lunch, and some torn cotton cloth.

I begin my day by cutting down some trees and gathering wood. If I am going to survive in these wild lands then I'm going to need more shelter than a roofless stone hut.


MMmmmm!!
Tree nuts!


As the day passes I see my hard work begin to pay off. What began as a few trees slowly became a small and homely little log cabin.
I feel a sense of accomplishment. Short-lived, as more hunger pains begin to remind me of the real task at hand.


Dusk returns with the cold of the night.
Time to put my wooden makeshift structure to the test. At least I have a roof.
Tomorrow will be a better day now that I have a temporary hut to station myself while I gear up.

And then, I can pick up the trail of this stranger who has seen this place before me.
Where are they?

[blinding pain]
OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!
A Wolf !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I run away as fast as I can!!!
I leave my precious hard work and materials behind as I take off without looking back.
I run so far and so fast. Until I can't run anymore. I hide behind a tree as I catch my breath.

And then I hear something. Someone
I hear someone!

"Ahoy!!"
"This way!!

I follow the distant figure as I stuggle to catch up. Where is he going?
Then I get my answer...



"Hello stranger! Are you hurt? Hungry?"

Why yes! Yes I am.
I sit by a warm fire to eat as watch the stars appear. Suddenly I feel truly warm, safe, secure.
This stranger just saved my life!

What a kind woodsman.

Maybe this place isn't so desolate. I wonder if the forest is dense with others. If there are more friendly folk around maybe I can earn my keep in this society. This man is by no means a savage. I feel welcomed by him.

It's midnight. Brutally cold in these woods. The coast doesn't help.


Make yourself at home stranger
I have to go for The Argo Blotter at dawn, there's meat and tools in the shed. I'll need you to gather up some frost berries and sundered cotton tomorrow

"You got it! Whatever I can do to help sir. Good night. And thank you for your hospitality."

His property was large and well-kept. A very large house accompanied by a barn and a guest house. He offers me a warm cabin of my own. I felt overwhelmingly grateful.
So I settle in and let the warm safety envelop me. I can feel myself dozing already.

ZZZ..zzz...ZZZZZ...zz....ZZZZZ...zZ

ZZZ.....zzzZZZ.....zZ

Morning comes full of hopes and dreams of a whole new life. Better days. Not waking up with fear on my mind is certainly a great feeling.

I wash myself in the cold brisk ocean.

I realize how beautiful this mysterious place is.


I begin my day by foraging for frost berries, like the man asked me to. I grab a hatchet, a rucksack, and a bite of steak, then head out into the white snowy forest. Time to work; earn my keep.

Sundered Cotton is the strongest ever!





The day goes by with no sight of the kind gentleman who fostered me. I have no idea where I am, and it wouldn't be wise of me to let the village out sight.
But I have a bad feeling. I hope he isn't in any kind of trouble, or danger. I feel as if I should search for him. Maybe he could use help.

I grab a weapon and some warm clothing. It's getting dark. I'd better hurry if I don't want to freeze to death. I hope my friend is ok out there.





Into the dark snowy woods I go...

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