Darius stands in front of a pile of branches and twigs that he had collected from the forest for the past couple of hours. “Right, that might be enough, I think at least.” He says before he picks up a couple of the biggest branches. He carries them over to the side of the rock outcropping, setting them against it. He continues this for a while, trying to construct a simple lean-to against the rock wall.

He manages to make a small structure, about 2 metres wide and 1.5 metres out, with a lot of holes in the walls and a roof mostly made of leafy branches. “Well, it looks kinda shitty, but it’s the best I can do at the moment.” Darius then starts to clear an area so that he can make a fire pit, making a rock circle from rocks gathered around the outcropping. He sets a couple of large rocks in the circle, planning on using them for cooking surfaces.

Once finished setting the rocks Darius starts to make small pile of wood, using his knife to get some shavings to use as kindling. He then grabs some rocks he thinks may work as flint, bashing them together to try and light the wood. “Right, fuck this.” He says after a few minutes of trying to use the rocks, he looks through the wood he has gathered, trying to find something he could use to start the fire using friction.

After a few minutes of work, the fire actually manages to light, which caused Darius to yell with excitement. He tends to the fire for a while before he hears a sharp ding.

Skill Level up [Basic Survival lvl 2]

Ability to track increased by 6%

Fire starting is 10% easier

Increased Knowledge of Edible plants, and animals.

“That makes sense, using a skill levels it up.” Darius says with a shrug. He then goes over to the Hare picking it up before he carries it a bit away from his camp. He then starts to butcher the Hare as best he can using his survival knife. He cleans it’s skin as best he can, taking all of the waste to bury it, before taking the meat back to the fire and setting it on the big stones to cook it.

He tends to the fire as he waits for the meat to cook, as well as watching out for any movement out in the forest. After a while of this, he finally gets to eat his meal, enjoying it as much as he could.

Once he finishes eating, he sits in front of the fire, reflecting on what happened to him during the day. “Man, who would have thought that some shit like this would happen?” He shakes his head before he stands and goes to his lean-to. He heads inside and lays down, trying to sleep.

That night, as he dreams, things start to get decidedly weird. His dream starts off normal enough, with Darius running late for work. Yet right before he can go in the doors a little old lady blocks his way, looking like she just came from a funeral. She is wearing a black shawl, a black dress, and a black veil. “Hello Deary.” she says as she blocks him. “Sorry ma’am, I’m late and I need to get by.” “Oh that’s alright, but I’m sure you’ll want to hear what I say, after all you are one of the chosen.”

He looks at the old woman again, surprised “And how would you know that?”

“Oh I many many things.” She says before she moves faster than Darius thought she could, placing her palm on his forehead. Images start to flash through his mind, people walking through his camp, animals laying dead and discarded, humans and what look like elves fighting with Darius stuck in the middle, and finally buildings from earth burning.

Darius falls back from her outstretched hand, shuddering as he looks at her. He finally gets a glimpse at her face as his vision darkens. She no longer appears old, not looking a day over 25, brilliant golden hair, pale skin, and a cloth wrapped around her eyes. “Restful Dreams Champion.”

The rest of the night passes in the blink of an eye for Darius. When he wakes up he looks at the ceiling of his lean-to. “What the fuck was that?”