Hylius
Dragons are just bigger swallows.
"..."
It was around 12:00 PM. It was cloudy, dark and gloomy altogether. A soft breeze blew over a small, abandoned graveyard. It was dead silent, so silent that it was unsettling. Not a single living creature dared to ever come close to it, as this place was devoid of life in any capacity. Animals had no reason to be there, as aside from a bunch of dead trees there were no plants for herbivores to eat, and as there were no herbivores there were no carnivores to make them their prey. Yes, indeed... This place truly was abandoned.
But, strangely enough... There was someone laying there. Presumably a corpse. The body had not moved an inch and it did not look like the person was breathing. However, he was not laying inside one of the graves, so what was the corpse doing there...? But it was all too clear later on that the person was actually alive... Or at least he was acting like he was. After all, the mysterious young man had opened his eyes... Maybe he was pretending to be alive, he was one of the undead creatures that had roamed the lands since... A long time ago. Well, not that it mattered. There was no living human anymore to tell the tale. So what was the point of keeping track of time? It's not like any undead creature had any sanity or intelligence higher than that of a brain-damaged monkey.
In any case, the man now decided to stand up. He quickly realized that there was something wrong with him... Yes, he had no memories left. None whatsoever. His name, his age, his place of birth, his background... Nothing. He looked at his hands... Or well, rather, his gloves. They were the gloves of a swordsman, and soon he realized that he had a sword with him. At the very least, he had something to protect himself... But would that alone be enough? The man was very confused and had no idea about his whereabouts... Death could be around any corner, for all he knew.
After looking around for a while, he finally decided to move. The landscape that he landed into was... Depressing. He realized that there was no life around him whatsoever, it gave him the chills. This land was nothing more than a wasteland now. Considering the dead trees he saw, it may have been a flourishing, beautiful landscape at one point, with flora and fauna covering the the earth... But now it was nothing but the aura of death. This land was forsaken, a mere shell of its former, glorious self.
As he crossed the land, he noticed a single, small, miserable puddle of water. It probably was the only small bit of water in the area, and it looked like water that would cause somebody to get all kinds of nasty diseases if they drank it. He looked at the puddle of water, seeing a reflection of himself. His long hair, tied up in a small ponytail, that was as dark-blue as the night sky... His light brown eyes, that looked almost orange, as if they represented fire itself... He now at least remembered what he looked like. However, he still had no clue about his identity, and seeing his reflection did not help him with that... Just who was this young man?
He continued to walk. There were more dead trees, and still no signs of life whatsoever. What he did not realize, however, was that there was something hiding behind one of those trees... And it was not exactly someone looking to be friends with him. In fact, it was quite the opposite... The creature behind the tree was an undead, someone who had already fully lost themselves. When the young man continued to walk, the undead rushed towards him, and grabbed him right at his throat... The young man was shocked when he suddenly was jumped on, causing him to fall at the ground. He could not reach his sword and the undead held his throat tightly... And then, the undead gruesomely tore his head off. It was not even fifteen minutes after the young man had awakened, but here he was, immediately killed... There was no way that he would be able to survive being decapitated...
Right?
Well, you're not exactly wrong... But you're not right, either. Indeed, the young man had died at that moment. In fact, he truly felt the pain of his head being torn off like his body was made out of bread. But only a few moments later, the young man once again was laying in the graveyard, his head attached to the rest of his body again... As if nothing had happened. No pain, no wounds, not even a scratch to his body... He woke up once again, remembering that painful experience. He bolted upwards, reaching to his sword, still thinking the undead was close. But it appeared that the coast was clear... Just what was going on?
It was around 12:00 PM. It was cloudy, dark and gloomy altogether. A soft breeze blew over a small, abandoned graveyard. It was dead silent, so silent that it was unsettling. Not a single living creature dared to ever come close to it, as this place was devoid of life in any capacity. Animals had no reason to be there, as aside from a bunch of dead trees there were no plants for herbivores to eat, and as there were no herbivores there were no carnivores to make them their prey. Yes, indeed... This place truly was abandoned.
But, strangely enough... There was someone laying there. Presumably a corpse. The body had not moved an inch and it did not look like the person was breathing. However, he was not laying inside one of the graves, so what was the corpse doing there...? But it was all too clear later on that the person was actually alive... Or at least he was acting like he was. After all, the mysterious young man had opened his eyes... Maybe he was pretending to be alive, he was one of the undead creatures that had roamed the lands since... A long time ago. Well, not that it mattered. There was no living human anymore to tell the tale. So what was the point of keeping track of time? It's not like any undead creature had any sanity or intelligence higher than that of a brain-damaged monkey.
In any case, the man now decided to stand up. He quickly realized that there was something wrong with him... Yes, he had no memories left. None whatsoever. His name, his age, his place of birth, his background... Nothing. He looked at his hands... Or well, rather, his gloves. They were the gloves of a swordsman, and soon he realized that he had a sword with him. At the very least, he had something to protect himself... But would that alone be enough? The man was very confused and had no idea about his whereabouts... Death could be around any corner, for all he knew.
After looking around for a while, he finally decided to move. The landscape that he landed into was... Depressing. He realized that there was no life around him whatsoever, it gave him the chills. This land was nothing more than a wasteland now. Considering the dead trees he saw, it may have been a flourishing, beautiful landscape at one point, with flora and fauna covering the the earth... But now it was nothing but the aura of death. This land was forsaken, a mere shell of its former, glorious self.
As he crossed the land, he noticed a single, small, miserable puddle of water. It probably was the only small bit of water in the area, and it looked like water that would cause somebody to get all kinds of nasty diseases if they drank it. He looked at the puddle of water, seeing a reflection of himself. His long hair, tied up in a small ponytail, that was as dark-blue as the night sky... His light brown eyes, that looked almost orange, as if they represented fire itself... He now at least remembered what he looked like. However, he still had no clue about his identity, and seeing his reflection did not help him with that... Just who was this young man?
He continued to walk. There were more dead trees, and still no signs of life whatsoever. What he did not realize, however, was that there was something hiding behind one of those trees... And it was not exactly someone looking to be friends with him. In fact, it was quite the opposite... The creature behind the tree was an undead, someone who had already fully lost themselves. When the young man continued to walk, the undead rushed towards him, and grabbed him right at his throat... The young man was shocked when he suddenly was jumped on, causing him to fall at the ground. He could not reach his sword and the undead held his throat tightly... And then, the undead gruesomely tore his head off. It was not even fifteen minutes after the young man had awakened, but here he was, immediately killed... There was no way that he would be able to survive being decapitated...
Right?
Well, you're not exactly wrong... But you're not right, either. Indeed, the young man had died at that moment. In fact, he truly felt the pain of his head being torn off like his body was made out of bread. But only a few moments later, the young man once again was laying in the graveyard, his head attached to the rest of his body again... As if nothing had happened. No pain, no wounds, not even a scratch to his body... He woke up once again, remembering that painful experience. He bolted upwards, reaching to his sword, still thinking the undead was close. But it appeared that the coast was clear... Just what was going on?