Forgotten...

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“Forgotten…”

As told by Chorale

 

Prologue

 

As I wake up, I sit up.

    As I sit up, an essence of tranquility hits me. “Silence… It’s too quiet… What is this place?” I begin to whisper, nobody around to hear but myself.

I try my hardest to push myself off of the gooey, moist soil below me. I look around, I see nothing but miles, upon miles of jungle. Nothing but tree’s,

nothing but the green of the leaves as I throw myself back onto the terrain below me. “What is this place?!” I clamor, as I slowly close my eye’s, and fall back into my slumber.

 

~*~

 

Chapter 1

 

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2 week’s later…

 

    I’ve awoken, only in a different setting this time.

I’m in a bed. I’m in a bed? I ask myself. “What in the hell am I doing here?” I ask once more,

Surprisingly, a voice responds, “You’re in the jungle,” the mysterious voice would say, as I would look around,

“Where are you… Who are you… What are you?” I asked as it was the middle of the forest. 

“I am nothing of your concern,” the voice responds once more before I begin to feel chill’s running up and down my spine.

Once the chill’s come, I feel… Bare, and… Cold. The bed is — at first sight — made out of bamboo and some sort of string. 

I’m not sure what it’s called, but it’s definitely the texture of string. I try to speak back to the voice, “Hello?!” I cry out, desperate for a response.

“M-My name is Adelheid, I come from the Southeast coast!” I continued on, before giving up and letting out a groan of distress. 

I take in a gulp of air, before observing my surrounding’s. It’s nearly the same as before, only this time it’s much wetter than the last location.

It’s about mid-day, and I spot a bag off to my side. It’s labeled, “EMERGENCY,” in big, bold lettering. 

I reached over and grabbed the bag, and threw it over my lap as I sat up and began to shuffle through its’ contents.

There were a few thing’s that go as noticed - a shard of flint, and a bar of steel. As I looked through the rest of the bag,

I also came across some kindling. It looked as if the items were to start a fire with. At this time, I had nothing on but a thin undershirt and some

legging’s, along with a pair of worn-out leather boots. Nightfall has arisen, and still… not any notification from the voice that had shaken me

earlier. I have no clue what to do next, except for try and survive… alone… in the wilderness that is the woodlands. I decide to sleep on it.

Before taking a rest back onto my mysterious bed, I grabbed the flint and steel out of the emergency bag as well as the kindling. I placed the kindling down,

and after a few attempt’s at colliding the flint and steel together, a spark flew down onto the dry material, “Yes!” I muttered under my breath,

as I saw the spark transform into flames. I then paced over to my bed — after throwing the flint and steel down — and laid my head down, as I slowly started to drift off.

 

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Chapter 2

 

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The next day…

 

I was startled by a loud crash… I’ve no idea of what it was from, or what it might have been caused by.

The fire was out, and I was slightly cold, considering that I had no way of keeping myself heated throughout the quiet, and terrifying night.

I rose up from my bed, and — with a yawn — I began to stretch before the thought had hit me. “I don’t have any food…” I whispered, under my breath,

my eye’s widening at the thought of starving… alone, in the midst of nowhere. Suddenly, I hear the voice again, it’s saying, in a hushed voice, “Under the Bridge… under the bridge…”

What does that mean? I think to myself, “There’s no bridge here!” I shout back, at the voice. “Oh, yes there is… Only if you’d look around,” the ominous voice responded, it sounded as if it were chuckling.

Once more… The chills have come back, and I feel something crawling up my spine. It’s hard to explain, but every time the voice speaks to me, that’s always the after-effect.

I quirk my brow’s, as I shift my head side-to-side, “Where are you?!” I shouted, once more, and the voice didn’t respond. There’s something that I'm puzzled on. So, I put the fact’s together.

A deep, hushed voice… in the middle of the jungle… a random bed… waking up somewhere different… “Oh my goodness,” I thought silently to myself, before speaking,

“I’m in an enchanted forest… It all make’s sense to me!” I beamed, quite excited at my discovery, before doubting myself. “No — I’m going crazy.” I’d contemplated, “There’s no such thing as -

- enchanted forest’s, that’s just a mythical tale…” I was clearly trying to talk myself out of the truth.

 

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Chapter 3 

 

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That same day…

 

“The truth… I have to survive… I can’t wait another day… I can’t wait until nightfall… I’ll freeze to death…”

All of these point’s were making themselves clear in my mind. At this point, it was around noon, and I knew that I had to follow what the voice had stated before,

and go venturing out to find a bridge, maybe that would help me in some way, shape, or form. That being said, I laid apart all point’s that attended to whatever this place was, or why I was here.

I went off to endeavor in finding that bridge. I traveled northeast, at first. It was about five minute’s in that I gave up and made way back to the site that I was at. From there, I continued

southeast for about ten minute’s and stopped, after picking up the scent of what smelled like; moss. Ah.. Good old moss, I remember the smell from when I was a child. Anyhow, 

I looked down, only to find a few small planks of wood laid over a narrow stream of water. The sound of water trickling throughout the rocks was such a satisfying thought. I didn’t think

anything of it at first, but then it came to me - “What if this is the bridge that the voice was talking about?” I was so excited, as I reached down and began to tear at the bridge and remove a plank or two

at a time, before unveiling something that would save me, ultimately. — A hatchet with a wooden handle met my eye. It didn’t look used at all. This could help me in so many ways… I could kill animals  with it,

I could chop tree’s for a shelter with it… I was ecstatic, plus — I had found a water source!

 

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Chapter 4

 

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Just a few moment’s later, back at camp…

 

Along with finding a water source, I could finally go and hunt for something to nibble on.

Therefore — with the hatchet in hand — I started off heading southwest. As I'm wandering through the wilderness,

I stop and listen for sounds of footsteps… leave’s crunching… nothing, I continue onward’s.

As I head down the path… I hear a loud squeal. I was shocked for a moment, and stood there, in silence before turning and walking toward’s the sound.

Finally, I come across a sheep… A sheep? I ask myself, scratching my head in confusion. A sheep… in the… jungle? I asked once more, before shaking and contemplating in my -

-head, “Well… Mutton sound’s good for dinner.” I had said, silent in my word’s as a grim smile made its’ way to my structure.

I leaped forward, my axe held at a curved right angle, aiming to heave the hatchet deep into the sheep’s abomasum. It was a success! The poor little creature

 

had met its’ demise. I let out a shrug, as I wondered as to how I would get this back to camp without seriously injuring myself. “I’ll just skin it here… and maybe it’ll take a load off.” I said,

in a low-toned voice as I looked to the sun, It looked about mid-day, I had all the time in the world. Therefore, I bent down and took a seat on a dead tree that was there as an inconvenience.

I grabbed one of the animals’ leg’s and pulled it toward’s me with brute force. Then, I reached down and grabbed the hatchet that was embedded into the creature. “Poor thing didn’t even make a sound…”

I thought, blowing out a sigh. As per the hatchet being in my grasp, I moved my hand up to the upper area of the axe, near the blade. And then, I curved it slightly to the left, before then beginning to slowly

cut away at the fur of the animal. 

 

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2 hour’s later…

 

“The deed is finally done,” I expressed, as I reached up to wipe a bit of sweat off of my brow.

“Well then, I guess I ought to get you back to camp before it reaches night… Hrm?” I had asked as if it were something that could respond.

I had my hatchet in one hand, as I reached down to grab the creatures’ upper left leg and began to drag it back to what was fixing to be known as home.

I struggled, but I knew that it meant that I would have a food source for the next few days.

 

—

25 minute’s later…

 

I’ve arrived back at camp, and it’s been very hot the past few days… I don’t quite understand this place…

But, I grabbed another shard of flint, and once more, I strike it against a bar of steel. Thus, showering spark’s down onto the before mentioned kindling.

“A fire… On a hot day… Well, it’ll soon be night and very cold.” I thought to myself, silently as I pondered what to do next. I laid my hatchet down for a moment and went

looking for some bamboo to skewer my lamb with so that I could cook it over the fire. I’d not even taken twelve step’s before I came across a few sticks. As soon as I found them,

I uprooted them and had begun to cut them up into smaller, thinner skewer’s that I could pierce the lamb with. There were six pieces, four of them were longer than the other two, and had a “y” shape

cut into the top so that they could act as support’s for the two other rods to rest on whilst cooking the meat. Once I had the rod’s cut, I then brought them back to the main campsite.

After doing so, I had already started chopping up small pieces of the lamb’s stomach before, and I had put the bloody meat into my shirt and wrapped it up, in order to take it to the stream and wash the blood off.

When I had arrived, I unwrapped the slim pieces and thoroughly began to run them under the fresh-water that would cleanse it. I’ve read in survival book’s and other things like that, that it’s okay to do something like that when you’re stranded. I questioned it, though — because — there is dirt and nasty algae that the water picks up traces of. However, I followed my instinct’s and didn’t argue it. When I had all of the pieces fully cleansed, I started back off toward’s camp. When I had arrived back — with the meat wrapped back up in my shirt — I took a few skewer’s and tried my hardest to pierce the pointy part into the pieces of the lambs’ stomach. After doing so, I placed the skewers over the 

fire that was still burning. After rotating them a few time’s, they looked like they were — at-last — cooked, and ready to consume. Therefore, I reached over and grabbed the ends of the skewers that weren’t in direct contact with the flame, 

and pulled them off the fire. They were obviously very, very hot when I had attempted to take a bite. Therefore, I uprooted the bamboo skewers that held the ones that had the food on them, and penetrated the moistened soil, right next to the fire. This being said, I had placed the skewers back onto the supports, in order for them to sit there and cool off before I consumed them. The aroma… Oh, the aroma… It was grand, I can’t even explain it. “How did I survive without

anything to eat for this long?” I pondered silently in my mind. I was absolutely starving, I felt as my stomach was fixing to cave in like a coal mine. About 10 minute’s had passed when I finally got tired of waiting, and pulled the skewers off of its’ support’s once again, and immediately started to help myself… It was — delicious — to say the least. After eating, I threw the skewers to the side and went down to the stream to run water under my hand’s so that they wouldn’t

bloody and greasy. After returning back to camp, I let out a sigh of relief as I laid my head down on my bed… and slowly started counting sheep.

 

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Chapter 5

 

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The morning after…

 

I’ve escaped my slumber yet again, but this time; the voice had woken me up. “Shelter… You must find a… shelter…” - said the voice, it was so quiet that I could barely understand what it was saying, but I was able to decipher it.

I leaped up out of bed, and it came to me, “I do need shelter…” I murmured, out of frustration. I started to look for my hatchet, and — once I found it, I bent down and grabbed it. There were some Barrigona tree’s next to camp, and 

I went over to shake one of them to test their sturdiness. It turn’s out, they’re some pretty sturdy tree’s. I took my hatchet, and brought my right arm back, only to attack the tree with all of my force. After a few swing’s, the tree had finally began to decline, and it tumbled over, facing the northern direction. It fell with a loud thud, just loud enough to allow the hair on my arms to erect themselves. After chopping a few of the Barrigona tree’s, I chopped the bigger pieces in half. I’d also taken some vine’s, and cut those down as-well, to kind of tie around the wood for mockery of a nail… or screw, for example. After doing so, I began to plan out how the structure would look. It’d be small, and have one room.

With the plan, I had begun to put it in place. After lumbering the logs into their position, I tied the vines around each log that had needed support, and had taken some dry leaves to stick in the cracks of the walls to prevent rainfall from

entering my new abode. With the walls built, I had climbed a tree in order to start on the roof. For the roof, I cut out long planks from the logs, and placed them side by side, scaffolding vines around wherever possible. Now, the only thing that’s left to do is to move my bed in, and make a barricade to act as a door throughout the night.

 

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Epilogue

 

“I don’t know what this place is… I don’t know why i’m here, but I’m sure that I can easily adjust to this new life that has been made for me… until one day I shall be found, or at-least make an effort to find my way out of

 until one day I shall be found, or at-least make an effort to find my way out of this weird place that seems like it’s endless.” 

And so, the story shall be continued as Adelheid continues on throughout his journey being led by this strange voice, after being… Forgotten… 

 

Until next time…

 

Author’s Note:

 Hey! So, I really enjoyed writing this story, and it only took me about a 2 1/2  timespan to write it. I put a lot of thought into this story, and — after hour’s of writing, I think that I might even make a sequel to it, or just add on to the original story and maybe just lengthen it so that it’s more than 5 chapter’s. I really hope that this creative writing story make’s you wonder about what will happen next, as Adelheid’s journey throughout the wilderness continues. Be looking forward to updates in the “Creative Writing” section of the forums, as i’m entering this draft into the le Trio contest.

 

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