The grass was soft, inviting, almost down-like. A soft breeze that whispered across the forest floor, woke Jarett. The man groaned and staggered to a sitting position, his blurry vision slowly sharpening with every moment he spent awake. His breath tasted awful and slight seeds of headache pulsed in his head, though the sweet scent that hung in the air would probably soon get rid of that.
Jarett looked around himself, his breath catching at the sight. Before him lay a mossy forest clearing, covered in deep green moss, in places covered with tiny, indigo-colored blossoms. This was not where he had passed out, unless a small shed could transform into a place so much like paradise. Jarett slowly stood up, testing his legs. When they seemed strong enough to not collapse underneath him, the man shot another look around him, finding only forest scenery every direction he looked.
The shrill birdsong above Jarett's head startled him mildly and he was forced to lean against a tree to avoid collapsing.
"Where have I gone...?" he posed himself a rhetorical question, wondering if he had been brought here by his pursuers and left for death. No, that couldn't be it. No way would he die in a place like this.
A dull pain struck his forehead and he shot his palm to it immediately, vague memories coming back to him. Right... the chase... He got hit... Though nothing more than brief flashes of memory floated back to him, but he mostly blamed that on the unconsciousness.
Quiet hoofsteps alerted Jarett of another presence approaching. His pale green gaze darted about, looking to find something to defend himself with. Unable to find even little debris, the man could only helplessly look in the direction the steps were coming from.
"... Why are you here?"
(End of chapter 1)
Chapter 2 
