[???; Forest clearing]

{Day 1}

I know not how long it has been since I first awoke here. My consciousness drifts in and out as I slowly lose myself in the darkness. My memories have yet to return, but that may be beneficial to me as I have no sense of self that can go insane, just knowledge slowly fading away. Will this ever end, or am I doomed to stay in this darkness for eternity? All of a sudden, I feel a burst of energy, and then…

Light. I can see once more. I find myself in a meadow populated by a variety of small flora. The warmth in my body returns, much stronger than before. Knowledge of what is happening immediately comes to me. Ley lines. I am at a position where several of them meet, flooding the immediate area with life energy. I try to get up and move before my body absorbs too much energy, overloading it, but find myself unable to move. I prepare myself for the inevitable, but the darkness refuses to claim me. Somehow, this body is just fine absorbing the ley lines’ output. Curious as to what I could possibly be, I manage to change my viewpoint only to see a sprout where my body should be. What happened to me that caused me to end up as a sentient plant?

{Day 6}

Turns out there are several more downsides than I thought to being a plant. Sure, while I don’t have to manually consume anything, I am immobile, defenseless, and unable to slumber. I’ve been awake for 5 days at this point, and while there haven’t been any issues caused by it, at least as far as I can tell, there is still the mental dissonance caused by the fact I was once a creature that required such. I can meditate in order to imitate sleep, but that is difficult and does little to help my situation.

Something I must note is that my growth speed is astounding. In less than a week I have gone from less than an inch in height to more than three. The power of the ley lines must be causing vastly accelerated growth in this body I now inhabit. While I am unsure as to exactly what I am, the lack of a visible bud at my current sizes rules out many of the smaller plant species out there. I see that as a good thing, as larger plants tend to have proportionally longer life spans should they survive past their sprouting phase. I also have a gut(?) feeling that, if my memories are to return, they will do so as I grow. For now, there is nothing I can do except wait for something interesting to happen.

{Day 8}

It’s been a week since I first opened my “eyes” here, and in the evening, I finally saw a human. At least, I think it was a human. Experimenting with my vision has taught me that I can clearly see about fifteen feet away from my body. From there to about 25 feet things become progressively more blurry before fading out entirely. Naturally, the “human” never got close enough for me to make out any finer details. Having an intelligent life form care for me would likely do wonders for my mental health, but further consideration brings up two major potential problems.

First, how will they care for me? Ignoring the likely possibility that I need the ley lines’ power to survive, I have no idea what I am supposed to be. The likelihood of whoever tries to care for me accidently killing me instead due to miscare is extraordinarily high. After all, I am a seemingly unknown species of plant, which leads to issue number two. Researchers. They’re likely to “care” for me by doing testing on me en masse. I will die should I fall into their hands. This body is too fragile to survive much of anything, so perhaps it is for the best that I stay alone, at least for now. Perhaps I’ll make an imaginary friend to maintain my sanity. Wilson sounds like a good name.

[Goddess of life; Realm of Flowers]

In a seemingly endless field filled with all kinds of flowers, a lone goddess stands as if awaiting something.

“I can’t help but feel bad for the little thing, all on their lonesome like that. Perhaps I should gift them a companion. Ellie!”

“Yes, master?”

“An unfortunate soul has found themselves stuck in an immobile body out in the wilds. Would you be a dear and keep them company for a time?”

“And how long would that be, master?”

“A few months at the very least, likely more.”

“I see. And their location? There? Are you certain?”

“Yes, their form is quite… unusual. You’ll recognize them when you see them.”

“Of course. It will take me at least a week to arrive at the designated location. If that is all, I should be heading out immediately. Mortal minds are quite fragile, after all. Well then, by your leave, master.”

“Permission granted. Take care out there, Ellie.”

After I know she is truly gone, I let out an involuntary sigh. How could such a thing happen to someone? I have a feeling I know who’s responsible for this, but everyone is used to their antics by now. Something to bring up in the next council meeting, I guess. Oh well, time to get back to work. Mortals are surprisingly bad at managing mental health, be it their own or that of another.