It was a night like many other. The night was dark, with only the full moon giving light. The trees swayed as the frigid air blew though them. It was a night that unless a creature needed to be out they would not be, and even than they would hate it.
But what makes this night special was the fact that between the swaying trees, in an unmarked spot, laid a body of a big man.
As a worm was moving over this spot a gust of steam rushed upwards, scaring the worm into moving faster. Earth moved and then again stillness.
A moment passed, then two, and then earth moved again. The sounds of breaking bones, piercing flash and a couple of short yelps destroyed the silence.
Smrt awoke, in the complete darkness, a huge weight on his chest and head. He tried moving his hands, but the mix of pain and restrained made that impossible. He started panicking. "Am I chained again?" he thought. He opened his eyes but something fell in. Tenebrous surround did not let him move. He tried forcing his arms, still no progress. He tried some more. Unreal pain shut from different points on his arms.
The tried calming down but there was no chance of that. He hadn't felt so weak since he was a child.
He tried for the third time moving. This time he pushed with his whole body, and slowly the weight became lighter, and the pain greater. Still he pushed, as that gave him more strength.
The grass on the ground started to rip as the body under it tried to come out. From a rip four marble-like white stones came and moved rapidly. Turning on an invisible axis. The stones became longer and longer until it could be certain that those were no stones but fingers of a dead man's hand. About two feet from the hand another one came out, grabbing the ground from which it just came, looking for leverage. The dead man slowly rose moving the ground that was on him, leaving a hole behind.
The chilling breeze made the pain milder. Still Smrt could feel it every couple of inches, like a knife still stuck in a wound. He moved slowly not to make the pain worse. Climbing out, other sensations started to reemerge. He felt the dirt between his toes, he felt the unusual position of his left arm, he felt pressure on his thought he felt the half decomposed bag over his head and the emptiness in his mind. He lifted his left arm to see that pained him, but the movement caused breaking and ripping and what once felt like knives now grew to swords and burning coals shooting directly to his brain. Smrt tried to scream but his throat did not move, his eyes bulged, and he fell to his knees. The awful sensation in his left arm stopped, and he used it to rip the rope around his neck. Free from restriction a mess of earth and worms blasted from Smrt's mouth to the ground, leaving no taste behind. "What had happened? Where am I?" Smrt though, still not even being sure of who or what he was. Lifting himself up he leveraged his body on his knee standing up, naked. He moved slowly as the moonlight was not enough for him to see what really was that hurt him. He was trying to find a brighter spot as the pain he felt came and went like ticking of a clock. Coming to the edge of the forest Smrt stood on the ledge overlooking the sea. He looked at himself, all the scars that he had on his arms, legs and torso. The cuts that were stitched together and healed in some way, made him more afraid. His eyes widened, as he stood in full glow of the full moon, and as he saw the beauty of it all, like a hit to the head his brain remembered.
"MARI" he whispered in a raspy broken voice. Smrt froze and in a moment, like the one where he awoke, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness. Without proper commands his muscles relaxed, and he fell, rolling over the ledge and into the water below.
As the sun was starting to come up, giving everything an orange tinge, Smrt's unconscious body got washed upon the shore of Amber Island. Every wave moved the body more into the coast until one of them finally broke his senselessness. Smrt's eye shot open, and he quickly got up. He remembered the pain and but now there was none, only the scars remained. Seeing himself naked, made him shy and luckily near him stood a piece of cloth that once belonged to a ship sail. He warped his body in it, and thought about what he could remember. His eyes darted left and right as he was thinking.
"What had happened? Where am I?" but the trees and the water gave him no signs.
"I must find something to get me to Mari."
Smrt slowly moved away from the sea hoping to find something or someone to tell him where and when he was.