Bright daylight had struck my eyes. I moaned, raised and…

“!”

“Hm… where am I!? Am I dead!?”

I could not believe my eyes! I was in a boat… but then, why do I could see the upper parts of trees and seagulls cries? 

Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind after yesterday’s accident. My head was still spinning from the boat rocking, but little by little I started regaining consciousness.

I found myself on a tropical island. Behind me was the ocean, and in front of me was sand, forest… and not a single living thing. The sky returned to blue, as if storm never happened.

“The storm, of course”

Slowly I remembered: The rain, thunder, distant silhouettes… And then a gap.

Suddenly I was occupied by fear: am I the only survivor? However, I instantly remembered that it wasn’t true. It was me who messed it all up and got left behind from all other people.

“Well, I met two guys on the ship and I’m sure they will call for a rescue team for me. Although… I won’t be angry on them if they wouldn’t do it. I mean, it isn’t like I’m their friend or anything…”

I calmed down, got up my feet and brought the luggage bag out of the broken boat. I opened it and checked its contents. It seems like “lady luck” was on my side. I don’t know how, but because of some miracle, all of my stuff was undamaged, cracked, and functioned well. Except for boat: I noticed, that now there was a large hole inside it. It was no longer useable.

Second, I took a looked around myself around once again. Ocean. Sand. Forest. Not a sign of civilization.

“Rest in the Maldives is peace and tranquility, solitude and romance: turquoise waters, golden sandy beaches, fantastic underwater world ...”

Not in my case, though. I was standing in soaked shoes, trying to comprehend the weight of situation. The next thing I done is opening my phone. It was around 1 p.m. I tried to check connection… But instead of signal bars, the screen was showing a thick cross.

-             Oh…… what a shame… I guess that means I can’t order to myself a bunch of pizzas then…

I don’t know why at moment like this I was thinking about pizzas. Probably because a person may start acting inadequately in extreme situations, or maybe I was just hungry.

As the time passed, my anxiety began increasing gradually and I started going slightly mad…

 “No… I have to keep it all together! Yes, in such a situation anyone would have probably felt something similar, but it could be much worse after all!”

I took a look around me one more time. It seems I have no other option but to go into the forest. I have collected all my luggage, put my knife into a pocket in case I will run into the wild animal (although I knew that it would likely not help anyway) and started venturing into the forest. After all, staying here won’t help me, and the place where I will find food would most likely be there…

 

….

…

 

The forest, or rather jungle, was rather peculiar. I originally was expecting something more like in a style of tropics, which was more familiar to me because when I was going on a trip together with my family, that type of forest was the most typical. This jungle, however, was strongly reminiscent of my home… or at least one of them. Half of my life our family wasn’t living at the capital because of father’s job, so we lived in the small, humble town. I even remember when I was going on hiking with my friends, I saw the same type o nature: lush grass, thick bushes, vines hanging from trees, huge tree trunks with a fungus growing around them… the sound of birds and cicadas. A carving that looks like a dragon head…

“what a funny looking piece of wood…”

That was nostalgic. The only difference is due to tropical climate it was really hot. 

“Wait”

I stared at the miniature piece that sat on top of a moss covered rock, and examined it closer. It was a bit crude, but overall very-well made. Speaking of which… could this thing be made by a man? Well, that means that there’s someone definitely living here! I perked up and continued my venture.

….

….

 

“No good… I just can’t seem to find anyone. How long have I been walking? Wait… Which way did come from? Damn! I forgot to open compass in my phone! Great. Now I’m lost.”

I leaned on the nearby tree and put my bag down. For a moment, I just sat without making a move, then stared in the sky.

“Well, maybe this is it for me? On the second thought, like I have much to live for anyway. I only hope that all of my relatives wouldn’t worry about me too much… right? No, of course I am wrong. I remembered the moment when our house dog died. For my family it was a very difficult loss. In that case… what will happen to them if I will die?

“No… There is still so much I wanted to do in my life! I have to snap out of it! There is no way I’m gonna die here! All I have to do is just rest a little bit. Yeah, that’s right. Just a rest… and then continue searching. This island probably is just way too big.”

I took a pose that was the most comfortable for me and tried to relax…

 

…

…

 

 

In my nap, I was having some sort of dream. This time though, it wasn’t about anything sinister or psychedelic: I’m a child again, presumably the age of the boy I have met on a ship, and I’m laying comfortably in my bed…  

-             …ey… Wa… up…

-             Wha… a… doing … ere…

“Hmm… who’s there?”

-             Wake up…

Oh, I know, that’s probably my mum who is waking me up for the school…”

-             Muuuum… its only six o’clock…

-             I SAID RISE AND SHINE!!!

“Holy!... How?... What?... ”

I jumped up as if was stung… and froze in shock once again. This time, though, the reason was entirely different…

-             Grrr…

I stared at the growling “alarm clock”… and felt very much like running away. Am I starting to hallucinate from hunger and stress? Or maybe I have just overplayed my “Pokémon” in past days? Or maybe it’s all combined? One thing was clear, though: the thing before my eyes… wasn’t from this world.

Meanwhile, the “thing” has switched its pose from “aggressive” to “arrogant”.

-             Hmph! You humans never change! Especially for one who’s trespassing my territory!

I barely managed to pull myself together and with a great force started to squeeze the words out of me.

-             I’m… I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know…. I’ll l-leave right away…

-             Hey!

-             Y-yes!?

-             It’s that way!

He pointed the direction.

-             O-oh… T-thank you.

I tried to get away from this “anomaly” as far as I only could.

-             Hey!

“Now what!?”

-             You forgot your bag … or whatever it is.

“Damn, am I getting stupid!?”

-             OH! T-Thanks…

I grabbed my luggage bag and made haste out of this place.

 

….

….

“What the hell was it just now!?”

At first glance it was an anthropomorphous dragon… no, dragons normally have wings. More like Argonian. I never played “The elder scrolls” games, but saw how my sister plays it, and if anything, he was similar to “Argonians” – reptile-like creatures in their game world.

“No… for Argonian he looked way too cartoony. More like a character from “Disney” movie, or Miyadzaki anime, or from Pokémon universe… or like “Ghena the crocodile” – character from Russian cartoons of soviet times. Although I doubt that Ghena can speak to anyone ever in such a manner…”

All in all, if you will exclude the “creepy” factor, that creature was actually really cute. As I mentioned before, he looked like a giant anthropomorphous dragon or lizard-man… well, not THAT giant but definitely much bigger than a normal human being (including me). All in scale, he had a strong muscular body. The most part of it was green, but the part from the lower area of his maw to its torso was beige. The crocodile-like face was very adorable, even with that “why the hell you have pinned here” expression. On the head he had two white horns and black Mohawk hairstyle between them. And, judging by its looks I’m pretty sure it was male. He even was wearing a clothes such as leather vest and leather underpants.

…The thing that stuck in my mind most, however, was a thick cross at the center of his chest. Is that a tattoo?

Overall, I could talk for hours about this thing. But, despite how shocking it was, I had to move on.

“Still, the dragon in this world… I bet my mind was playing tricks on me… Yup, there was no other explanation. I am so stressed and exhausted that I was probably seeing things.”

…..

…..

“Sooo… which way do I go now?”

-             Hey!

“!”

I shrouded.

“This thing… Again! What the hell he wants from me now!?”

-             U-umm, yessss?

“So it wasn’t an illusion, it really IS the dragon!”

-             Tsk…..

The creature clicked its tongue in irritating way, while making a gesture that was very similar to “face-palm”.

-             Is your pathetic human brain made out of beetle dung or something? I told you it’s that way!

Wow… haven’t really done anything yet and somehow messed up already…

“Wait… that actually was kinda rude…”

-             Sorry, it’s just… well… I’m lost. – I decided to play nice for now.

-             *Sigh*… you are not very capable even for a mere human.

“You, bastard!”

-             Tsk… Come!

“Huh. He wants me to follow now? Well, I guess I don’t mind as long as he not gonna eat me alive or commit a sexual harassment on me… wait, what the hell am I even thinking about!?”

-             Hurry up, human, or I will leave you behind.

-             Yeah, comin’!

I carefully followed. While my left hand was holding luggage bag, other was in the pocket where my knife was… in case if things will suddenly turn bad.

 

…

…

As a member of furry community, I could not help but to notice the body’s beauty of what I saw in front of me, even though I was trembling with fear. Human’s instincts work despite of consciousness, and while only 5% of the brain are responsible for cognitive process, the remaining 95% are always busy of sustaining life, and in particular, ensuring stable function of the hormonal system. Not to mention that the things on his back were even more peculiar then what I saw on the front. It turns out, that his Mohawk was descending down to his back up to his tale, where he was transformed to a mane. Also, his body reminded me of a ninja turtle, except he was more muscular, had no shell and had five fingers and toes on his limbs, just like human beings do. Oh, and have I mentioned that he had another pair of horns… that were sticking right from his elbows? Man, this was creepy!

I kept following it, didn’t know what to expect and tried not to let my guard down… although “guard” isn’t really a correct word here, since all of my “armory” was consisted of bag and knife instead of sword and shield. Besides, who needs them now anyway? Yeah…

“I wonder what type of dragon is it? Lawful? Chaotic? If I remember correctly from the talk with my geeky friends that they can be divided either like “Valiant protectors” or “Merciless predators”. Spyro, for instance, was a protector, because he fought the baddies for the sake of his friends… wait, now that I think about it, was he really a protector? I mean, he killed hundreds of innocent creatures regardless of whether or not they're of Gnorc's species or Ripto’s minions, he destroyed everything from flowers to tents, and taken all of the treasure he came across!

Well, the Alduin from Skyrim was a definitely a bad guy at least. Wait… But if he hadn’t saved Dovakhin from executioner in the early beginning, may be the world would be doomed?”

I desperately wanted to get less complicated, and stop thinking in lame internet theories from the Gamefaqs forums, though my thoughts appeared one by one, being completely stupid, out of place, as if taken from a monologue of a hero of some junky softcover yiff fiction book or just a videogame nerd.

-             Hey human!

-             Actually, my name is not “hey”…

-             So you think I should guess it?

-             No…

-              Then tell me it already!

“What an attitude”.

-             It’s Leon.

“Silence. Did I say something wrong?”

-             Goro…

“Huh? What the hell was he mumbling?”

-             Um, excuse me, what?

-             My name! It’s Goro!

-             Okay, okay! I got this!

“Damn, why he can’t say it like a normal person? Oh right… that because he isn’t.”

-             Hmph… you do your best to remember the owner of this island, human!

…

…

As we treaded carefully past a tree trunk branching out of the ground, I noticed how Goro by reason I didn’t understand, seemed to avoid those, ever so casually. I tried to keep up, yet kept my distance. His large tail was constantly swinging from side to side as he was walking. Was it his reflex?

While we were going… somewhere, I was desperately trying to answer the question about “fantastic beast and where it came from”. Thousands of theories went thought my mind instantly: from alien invasion to lethargic dream, from being occasionally drugged to time and space shift… None was worse than the other, but there was really no way to pick single one. Come to think of it, he talked like a real human being, in English language. Except the accent w

Then it came to me:

"Oh, I got it! So it's probably just some nuts hippie in a fursuit. Most likely, he also decided to leave the social life and live alone on the island, like Robinson Crusoe, and then went mad from loneliness and started to think that he really is a dragon. And the fact that such a tall and looks natural - it's all the work of modern technology.

Speaking of Goro ... I hope this is not a reincarnation of "Goro" from Mortal Kombat fighting games? Seriously, what if he used to be some kind of martial arts fighter at heavyweight, and then he was hit on the head in some competitions, after what he went high and came up with such a crazy idea of "getting away from civilization" and "walking in this stupid (though, in truth, rather high-quality) suit?"

-             Hey Goro…

-             Hm?

He turned around pretty fast.

-             Can you answer me why in the world do you need that stupid dragon suit of yours?

I have to say that stare of his that followed afterwards was something to witness... I think he was confused and even annoyed, but that just made him look funny.

-             For a pathetic human to ask such a dumb question!? I don’t know when you are just brave or stupid.

“What a cad! Well, I suppose his mind is beyond salvation, so… all I can do is to emphasize with poor thing”.

-             Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…

-             Hmph… whatever. Just hurry up and leave this island. I will take you back to the beach!

“Oh, I guess it really nice of him. Wait… My boat is broken! How am I supposed to leave!?”

-             Um, Goro… thanks for everything and all but… the thing is that I didn’t have anything to, well… I don’t have anything on what I could leave your island.

Although I suppose it wouldn’t be bad to get out of here as quickly as possible.

-             That’s none of my concern!

“He seriously makes me mad!”

-             Listen dude, I don’t mind if you hate me, but could you please help me now? How can I leave without your help? Don’t you want me out of here too? I can’t… die here! I have a business, you know!

-             Useless human. It’s none of my business if you die here or not.

-             Perhaps It’s MY business, you “useful” fucking prick!!!

For a moment I simply ditched any sense of danger and simply succumbed to my insulting urges, feeling like hate started to overwhelm my entire being. And here I thought that dragons were beautiful creatures… it seemed like even that naïve conviction was crushed at that moment

I wasn’t aware of vocabulary of this character and if he knows any of “bad” words, but in any case, he recalled back with his eyes stared wide at me. Looks like he wasn’t expecting such insolence.

-             Don’t want to help me!? Fine! Then I will find way out of your stupid den on my own! Happy!?

I turned around and went away.

-             Stop! I said stop where you are! RIGHT NOW!

-             Stay away!

I do not know what I was more led by now, fear or anger, but I acted purely on emotions, throwing aside logic, common sense and the instinct of self-preservation. Of course, I did not notice that his words sounded more like a warning than a threat.

I quickly tossed away my bag, turned back around and lowered my right hand near the pocket where the knife was… and suddenly realized that the land beneath my legs started subsiding. I barely managed to grab at the edge, and felt like it also was about to go down! Closing my eyes from fear I prepared to fall… but then I sensed that something soft grabbed me. I opened my eyes… it was him.

As he was pulling me out of the pit, I was shockingly looking at him, didn’t know what I was wondering about: why he suddenly decided to help me, or why his hand was so soft when I clearly saw the scales on it, or… was it a trap just now? Was it a setup by him?

-             Stupid human! How could you not have noticed there was…

-             How in the world I was supposed to do that!? Do I look like mind-reader or anything like that to you!?

I felt like the anger started to burn inside of me.

-             You better watch your manners human, or else…

-             You are the one who is forgetting your manners, stupid lizard!

-             Wha… What did you just say!?

Suddenly, he glared on me with piercing sight. I’m sure that under it even a Mythril forged by the best dwarf masters in the deepest dungeons would melt, but, thanks to my impulsive nature, I got angry even more.

-             What were you expecting to hear from me, you green asshole!? Did you, like, though that I will simply swallow all of your crap and answer nothing…

-             ARE YOU SICK OF LIVING!?

Ironically, it was at this moment that I regained my lost composure returned to me, after which it finally dawned on me that it was not a costume or a hallucination. Even my father shout like that. And my eyes ... I did not pay much attention to them at first, since for some reason he liked to keep them closed, but now even mythril, forged in the depths of the earth by the best blacksmiths-gnomes, would have melted, and claws ... this and in what atelier could they be made so that they would shine in the sun like real knives? And the muscles ...

-             I’m… I’m sorry….

-             That’s all you have got to say!? Do you know on who’s territory you have just crossed!?  

“Off some kind of deranged asshat!? No seriously, who is that guy!?”

I wanted to answer something back, but ended up frozen on the ground from fear. I think, it was for the best.

Surprisingly, he soon calmed down, while I, on the other hand, was trembling with fear and sweated really badly.

-             Fine. I will take care of you. Your death here will cause me more problems anyway.

“Problems, huh? Like what? There will be no one you can bully?”

It’s surprisingly how my shallow sense of humor haven’t left me even in situation like this.

-             Uh, thanks. I guess.

-             And just you try something like this again!

I wasn’t in position to argue anymore. Actually, when you think of it, I wasn’t in position to argue from the very beginning, but what done is done, so I was forced to obey.

….

He continued to lead me somewhere, while I was slowly toddling behind him. To tell you the truth our walking started to tire me really badly. For how long had we been walking anyway?

-             You’re slowing down! Keep walking human!

Also I was quite busy by suppressing my urges to insult him once again.

Suddenly, I noticed a couple of berries that were hanging on the nearby bush. I distracted a little and tried to pick them up.

-             You must be real fool to eat those, human!

“First I’m useless, then stupid, and now… Damn, maybe he can look at himself at first!?”

-             Why is that? You know, I’m hungry!

-             If you want to eat and poison yourself, be my guest!

-             What… are you kidding!?

-             Also, feel free to eat these mushrooms while you’re at it. You will be dead in no time.

“Too bad there aren’t any mushrooms around that can transform me into Super Mario…”

…..

…..

 

-             Stop! We’re here.

“Finally!” I fell on the grass with my distressful bag next to me.

-             Wait here!

-             As you say.

He left, and I remained lying on the grass. I looked at the stuff around me after a while. It seems this place was a bit different from the rest of the forest.

“Looks like a campfire?”

Yes, indeed, there was a sort of a dead bonfire next to me.

“Seems like he is living here alone for quite some time… actually he does able perform a gestures like human beings, and the most frequent of it aside of a face palm was a tendency to cross his arms on his chest, which should be mean something…”

-             Hey, human! Get up!

-             Yeah?

-             Here!

I watched as he held his sharp-clawed large hand (or was it a paw after all?) as he handed me a large fruit. It was a watermelon.

-             Be glad that I’m giving this to you, human!

“Glad as hell. Jerk.”

As soon as I put my hands to take the large fruit from him, I was about to get my knife, but was able to halt myself in time. Something was telling me I had better not show it to him. At least yet.

-             What? Not good enough for you, human?

-             Actually it’s fine, just… em… can you help me to split it out?

He performed his face-palm gesture. Again.

-             Give it here!

I flinched as he reached out and sliced up the watermelon.

-             You, human beings, are completely useless!

“Somebody, call the Dovakhin, please…”

I swallowed another one of his insults and continued to watch as he split the fruit in half with his big lizard like hands.

Suddenly, a loud crack sounded from watermelon.

-             Here!

The once perfectly round fruit has now been forcefully being split into smaller pieces.

“So this guy isn’t only looks strong… he is ACTUALLY pretty strong! No good… if I will say something that will upset him again, then it will be my head that he will splitting wide-open next.”

As I was staring at his “splitting”, I suddenly noticed that he began pilling pieces of the melon in front of me. Knowing that I might miss my opportunity, I decided to join him. The watermelon turned out to be actually pretty good. Can’t say that it ridded me of hunger completely because sweets usually aren’t good at this stuff, but it sure interrupted my appetite. I even wanted to thank him for it, but then remembered all of his mockery and instantly lost any wish for that.

Soon after we both were done, he spoked again:

-             Stay here and don’t move human!

I nodded, and soon after it he walked away somewhere. Again.

…

-             What the hell. Is this thing. Seriously. Gah!

Everything had been weird since the very beginning, and there were many things that I didn’t understand. The very fact that there is actually a creature that is as thought have been just jumped from the Lovecraft’s creation there is already weird enough.

“No, that’s just wrong! This whole situation, my attitude towards what was happening – it’s all wrong by default! Because yesterday I chatted nicely with passengers around the ship, and today I was fighting with an otherworld entity like some kind of whiny teenager from the generic Japanese role-playing videogame! How ever I could end up in such kind of circumstances!?

Maybe by this time I have become like Donnie Darko and now also seeing crazy things like dragons instead of rabbits? Hm, possible. Especially considering facts that they were my favorite species both in furry community and in Pokémon universe. Also, that ending… Ngh. I wish I never got the copy of this damn game in the first place! Yeah, I defiantly crazy. That’s explaining a lot of things. Wait… but then who have gifted me a watermelon just now? And also saved me from the trap?”  

I examined my hand – the very hand that he held… and remembered that it was soft and gentle just like teddy’s.

“That’s enough… there is no use thinking about this any longer”.

There weren’t many options in my situation.

Go away? Nope, won’t do. I won’t survive here all by myself.

Kill time with all my electronic stuff? But that just will attract unnecessary attention from side.

“What the hell am I even thinking… playing at times like this!”

Unable to find anything that could help me, just opened my luggage bag, dropped all of the clothes that I’ve got to make the surface softer, and fallen asleep.

 

….

….

 

 

The night enveloped the forest leaving the woods feeling dark and eerie. As I opened my eyes I noticed large figure had sat beside a small campfire.

Flames flickered and crackled as “Gorinich” threw in more wood to fuel the flames.

-             So… finally awake human?

-             U-huh…

Suddenly I started to smell something good. As it turned out, it was the fish that he cooked over by the fire.    

-             It gets cold at night.

-             Huh?

-             Unless you prefer a cold human, you can stay where you are!

I think I starting to lose the plot here. Is he trying be nice now? But why? Doesn’t he hate me?

Cautiously, I moved myself to the opposite side of where he is. It’s became quite warm… although in my case I didn’t really care since I always liked to put more clothes on me then it actually was usually being requiring by weather.

That smell again… I could not help but stared at fish he was eating, as my mouth slowly started to watering. He plucked on of the fishes impaled by a stick off the ground. He examined the slightly burnt fish by pinching several places. Soon he began eating. Each bite would be bigger than the last until nothing remained. Not even the bones from the fish. The most peculiar thing, however, is how comically it all was. I already mentioned how cute he looked, and from the sight of how he is performing such normal things for an everyday person (well, okay, not every day, but close), accidently evoked tender emotions for me…

       -      …..you are making my meal taste bad, human.

…And all of my tenderly feelings vanished in a matter of milliseconds. Now I’m not only wanted to insult him, but also to knock whole his barbeque off into his face.

 Suddenly he handled over me some fish.

-             Here…

-             You said that I make your dinner taste bad. I can move away if you wish.

-             Hmph… And find your own food during the night? Be my guest. Not that I care.

“Stupid smartass!”

        -     Give it here.

I drew the fish out of his hand without even thanking him and started chewing it. 

For a few minutes we continue to sat near the fire in a very uncomfortable silence eating our meal. Such feeling like some kind of evil wizard casted an ice barrier between us. Even the warm heat emitting from the fire wasn’t enough to melt it.

“Somebody, get rid of this atmosphere, please!”

But then I realized quickly that it’s not gonna happen, because there wasn’t anybody here but us.

“Well, in that case I have to do something by my own. But how in the world should I start a conversation with him? Should I thank him for helping me? Or may be instead I should ask him to treat me more friendly, or may be both?”

As geeks, me and my friends love to play games, especially roleplaying, and I remember that in some of them you were able to negotiate your way out of trouble against otherworld creatures without any need to raise your weapon.

“I guess it’s time for me to put my “diplomatic” skills to the test, huh? What was name of that game again? Shin megami tale?”

I collected all of my bravery and wittiness and started to think of any way that I can to talk to Goro.

“Okay, I have to admit that he a bit scary outside, but that doesn’t mean that he has no feelings or emotions… right?”

-             Say, Goro, can I talk to you?

For a moment he stopped chewing and glanced at me narrowly.

-             If you insist, you can.

 “Okay, now is my chance. So, what should I ask him? May be his age? I didn’t really into studying mythical creatures but I would give him forty-five. On second thought, I think I should try something different”. 

-             So… for how long do you live here?

He closed his eyes and wrinkled. Seems like I chose wrong question.

-             Forget it. Sorry for asking.

I was about to return to my dinner, when he suddenly spoked:

-             For a puny human, you do ask a lot of inconsiderate questions…

-             First of all, pal, I’m not puny. And second, what questions in the world in your opinion are considerate!?

-             You forgot your manners, human!

-             S-sorry.

Yeah, so much for negotiation.

After small pause however, he answered my question.

         -    Around… twenty years.

 “Whoa, that’s the hell lot of a time! I bet even the Robinson Crusoe would become envious of him”.

         -    And you are all alone? 

         -    Yes, I am. What’s your deal about it?

         -    Mine? Nothing. I just find it hard to believe you, since any normal person in your position would have gone mad long time ago because of loneliness. I mean, aren’t you feel sad or anything for being on this island all alone?

         -    Hmph… don’t compare yourself to me, human. Unlike you lesser beings, I have no need for any petty emotions including pathetic things such as sadness.

“Wow, what a lucky bastard! Sometimes I wish I could also be like a complete cynical crud. Wait… but then…”

         -    Then why did you help me? Like with food and trap and…

The face of the dragon suddenly glared with furious eyes on me so I immediately shut my mouth.

        -     Don’t think highly of yourself human! If you die on this island you will cause me problems!

        -     Problems? Like what?

        -     You won’t understand.

“Seriously? So he is telling me that in my dead state I will cause him more problems than if I will be alive? That makes no sense… well, whatever, I guess I should use this fact while I can.

Okay. Time to switch the topic.”

-             Say, was you always on that island?

-             Not this again…

He clearly wasn’t wanting to answer this, but I wasn’t going to leave him like this: I was curious more than scared.

-             I guess you could say that I was risen normally.

“Normally!? Okaaaaay….”

-             And what happened so you ended up on this island?

-             Let’s just say stuff happened.

-             And that’s it?

-             That’s it.

-             Uh… okay… thanks for conversation…

-             As long as you know, human.

After conversation ended he got up and walked away from the place he was sitting. After a few seconds, he laid down, facing the woods. His back was the only visible part that remained as the fire was slowly extinguishing. A perfect for surprise attack… if only I got what it takes…

For a moment, I just sat there, collecting my thoughts, but there weren’t much, and honestly, despite this day was out of the world weird (or more like thanks to it) I found myself to be totally drained, so I to get to sleep for now and be done with it. After all, it was clear that I stuck here for good.

As I made a few steps from the camp I heard an angry voice coming toward me.

-             Hey, human, where do you think you are going?

-             To get some branches, obviously. Or am I supposed to sleep on cold earth?

-             Wait… let me bring some for you.

“W-w-what??”

-             Oh, okay…

“I don’t get it… why is he caring about me so much?”

-             Here.

Finally, I was able to made the most comfortable bed possible that was available in my conditions, and soon was sleeping with a restless dream.

“I’m dreaming…. This is all just a bad dream. Tomorrow I will wake up in my cabin, find that Cooper guy and say to him that I’m joining his sexual journey to Cuba… and stop playing Pokémon… and quit my membership on http://www.furaffinity.net/” …