‘Where am I? My head hurts…’

Nur Finnerman attempted to stand up only to trip and fall face first on the ground.

Looking around, it seemed like he was in a forest.

Trees, more kinds than he could think of…they were everywhere.

The colors of the spring really did make this place look more radiant than ever. Apparently there was rain during the night since there were very perceptible rainbows forming for his eyes to see.

Nur: “What happened to me?”

His memories flashed into his mind like a bolt of lightning, but rather than give him a complete picture, every image was fragmented, connected by inconsistent lines.

Rather than a reality, it all felt like a distant dream. No, rather than a dream, it was more akin to a pure nightmare. But now, finally, he was awake.

Nur: “I need to get out of here!”

As he ran, he ended up tripping over a pond.

His reflection was staring right back at him. His hair was golden and he had silver half mask upon his face.

Nur: “What the heck is this?”

When he took off his mask, he gasped.

The skin on the right side of his face was scarred. But the curious part was it had no sensation of being real, unlike the left side of his face which still felt natural.

Same was true for his right hand, which was wrapped up with countless bandages. When he unwrapped one of his fingers, he saw a bone protruding, prompting Nur to quickly cover it up.

Nur: “So, let me get this straight. For an unknown amount of time, I had been doing god knows what, and now I am severely injured to the point of being scarred and having half of my body wrapped in bandages?”

Nur: “Is this some sick joke?”

As usual, none answered such important questions.

Nur: “Anyways, I need to get out of here….”

As soon as he stepped through the bushes, Nur found himself with a sword pointed at his throat.

“Who goes there!?” A woman’s voice declared.

Nur: ‘Why is my body so calm as though it is used to this?’