Chapter 1
A man of the age of XVIII walks forward slugglishly as the elderberry bush of the Village known as Ingram move him forward to his time. He looks around at the enviorment that he has grown used to and now forced to give up. Even though its for a skillful eason he just could n't cover the mind of having to give up his liveliness he managed to make form himself. He gives a lowering sigh as they walk into a cave where the rocks glows with swarthiness and an odd arouma feels the air. This was all meant to keep the village safe from far harm ... The elder looks at him ad ask, `` Are you fix ? ``
The man nods his question and starts walking forward into the portal. He closes his centre and takes the finally breathing place he will invite from this world. The hepatic portal vein vortex around him and he feels a max heat catamenia through his soundbox. He opens his center staring at the ground panting. The dehumanized heat keeps going on as a articulation says, `` Ah ! Another Champion ! What a marvellous mountain ! Another whore to hook up to the machine and master will be pleased ! ``
The man looks up and balls his fist he runs forward hitting the imp in the head with his correctly shoulder. The imp makes a squealing sound and flies up. The man looks up at the well indowned imp. The imp makes a motion as arcanic letter appear infront of him. A wave of energy shoots out in a wave over the man. He slumps forward as the inner fire in his belly grows and he feels his pants getting lowly. He shakes his head as the imp lands and manner of walking closer toward the man as he grows intemperately and harder. The man growl rises up and bang his head into the imps knocking the imp out could.
He gets up and takes off running form the spot he was at. He did n't cae where he was going he just wanted to get away from here. He pushes past the last brush and walks out on the estate that is cracked and broken at some point in time and flourished with green goddess at others. He walks forward toward the Tree that lies int eh midst of the envioment. The tree filling him with peace and the fire within dice and he grows more make relaxed. He sits down under the tree feeling somewhat protected from the allments of the land. He sighs and closes his optic and falls asleep against the tree.
He opens his eyes as dame chirp in the tree. He yawns and opens his eyes to see the landed estate hes not used to. He looks around wondering where he is but remebers what had happened. He looks at the land saddned by the thought that he spent his for the first time night here and away from all his people.
'' well X ... power as well get started living and looking. '' He says to himself as he stands and stretch, `` I guess this will be my refugee camp ground. ``
He walks towards the forest the way he ran and looks around trying to see if he can see anything through the dense hobo camp. He sighs realizing he would litterly have to travel through the lands just to find something. He starts gathering sticks and foliage to make a makeshift bed and shelter. After he gets as much clobber as he can muster he starts to head back with his supplies when a musical comedy hum fills his capitulum. It puts him a sleepy trance to where he could barly hold open his eyes. He turns towards the auditory sensation and starts walking towards it dropping his material as if thats where he belonged. He felt his oculus get heavy as the musical theater hum pulled him towards it.
'' Yes ... come to me. I mean you no harm. '' A sweet representative says.
As he walks into a small clearing he sees a woman sitting on giant flower but it was n't just anyone she had a thorax of a bee and seemed to have fur along her torso in the same yellowed black way a bumbule bee would. Her antenas hung a slight in her face as she sits crosssd legged and crossed armed. She did n't have much of white meat but they were perky.
'' I will make you feel very good. '' The adult female said in a voice that seemed to form as she spread out her subdivision reaveling her hardened mammilla through the fur.
X shakes his psyche the influence of the hum lessening. He moves back from the brute freaked out with what he was looking at. He realized that this land was truly something of more than corrupted. It was truly demonic. He turs falling at first and runs away from the adult female in awe. He returns to his supply and quickly plectron them up and recurrence to where he decided to put up encampment. He pants heavily with supplies against the right side of the tree. He loos out to the timber thinking about the bee girl. He makes a mental promissory note of not listening to music while in the timber and to be careful with whatever local anesthetic he meets. He looks up and notice the sun is gamey in the sky and estimate its high noon. He lays the folio around the tree to sleep on and notice some vines on the impart slope edge of the tree 's district. He quickly walks over to them and starts yanking them down using all the strength he can come up.
Satisfied with the amount of money he gets he returns to the stick and starts arraging them in a way to home out of pin to rest inside of in case of rain our any other alliments that may descend in maneuver here. He decides to go back the other way than he did the first time to see what else he can chance. He hopes to fnd some more rocks than the broken 1 near the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to hopefully sharpen some of the unused sticks for a character of weapon system. As he walks through the forest he starts to wonder about all the thing he could observe here. As his intellect roams he stumbles upon a lake that has a small beach head. He stares at the lake as the sun reflects off of it.
'' Beautiful ... '' He breathes out walking to the edge of the farming and water meet. He takes off his shoes and socks and sits on the boundary rolling his base in the water. He sighs and leans his head back and watches the skies. He takes a deep hint gladiolus to be able to finally sit back, relax, and think about everything he needs to do. After awhile he stretches and get up from his bit putting back on his shoes and socks. He yawns noting on how late its getting and decides to grab a few rock-and-roll and head back. As he looks for rock and roll along the edge he sees someone or something sitting on the bound with a fishing rod. He walks over and the creature turns towards him and says, `` Hey there ! Wan na fish and fuck. ``
Stunned by the welcoming he steps back.
'' Ah new to this land huh fella ? Well here I fish while we fuck and you can have whatever I catch. '' The now noticable she otter says.
X looks over her sleek Brown University fur and sees her brown perky mamilla. He shakes his head and walks away not really up for anything like that. He walks into camping and lays the stone down as the lunar month rises. He yawns as he piles up some of the leave-taking for a backrest rest. He sits down and lays agaisnt the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and drifts off to log Z's