[center][img=http://i.imgur.com/QQbEM8x.gif][/center] If not for the unfamiliar scent of the forest coupled with the sound of shrieking, Arin would have remained unconscious. The moment his eyes opened he knew in his heart that something was wrong, something was different. His sight was blurry but he could barely make out the outline of a tree. The boy's eyes shot left and right as he rubbed his eyelids, his body the color blue as it sprawled out on the metal platform. He felt both the cold metal surface as well as the soft touch of vines pressing into his back. He was disoriented both physically and mentally. Not once had he ever stepped foot outside his small hometown of Mayloom, it's buildings and roads were burned into his brain. Upon opening his eyes and taking in the scenery before him, slowly the reality of the situation began to kick in. It was painfully obvious the area surrounding him wasn't Mayloom at all. [i]"Where...am I?"[/i] Any sense of curiosity or wonder from venturing out of Mayloom for the first time was drowned out by fear. There was no apparent danger before him, yet he couldn't help but feel afraid. The boy rubbed his left index finger with his thumb, caressing the thimble that remained on the tip of his finger. The action not only told him he wasn't dreaming, but also calmed him somewhat. Suddenly the thimble became much more precious to him now than it ever was back home. [i]"Who...brought me here?"[/i] Arin pulled himself onto all fours, his hands and knees pressing into the cold platform and vines. For reasons unbeknownst to him it was becoming more and more difficult to breath with every second. He could feel sweat begin to form on his forehead as he frantically searched the area for something, anything that would prove he was still in Mayloom. But there was nothing. He was becoming less disoriented by the moment. This made him more aware but wasn't really a good thing, as his awareness only made his uneasy feeling that much more intense. [i]"Am I finally being....judged?"[/i] [quote=Anise]"OWCH!"[/quote] Arin's eyes shot towards a young girl, pulling a piece of twig from her hair. The moment his eyes laid on her he could tell she was of royal descent. He had sewn together an ungodly amount of princess garments, but never had he seen somebody actually wearing them. He almost couldn't comprehend it. There was no royal presence in Mayloom, no kings or queens, just a man everybody called the mayor. Even he was nothing special. [i]click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.[/i] At first Arin thought he had damaged his head, and the sound was in his mind. He stood up, and followed the sound of the noise which increased in volume as he approached the ancient tree before them. It was difficult for him to walk, he had to move slowly, otherwise he would probably trip. Pain was a discomfort he had the pleasure of never experiencing, however that experience would most likely have been helpful considering the situation. The boy tried to take a moment to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, to assess the situation calmly and with precise thought, but it was proving to be impossible. Arin's mind was racing at the moment, every part of him wanted to return to Mayloom, yet his entire time spent there he couldn't help but feel like he was waiting for an opportunity to leave. Not only that, but the presence of strangers was beginning to tease his ill mind. He couldn't help but feel like he had been dragged here as punishment for his dark thoughts. [i]click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.[/i] As Arin approached the ancient tree which seemed to be the source of the noise, he practically threw himself onto it's trunk. His hands frantically moving across the bark as he searched for the noise. He was drawn to it, more so out of irritation and fear. He wanted answers, he wanted to know what had happened to him and why he was in the middle of nowhere. Why he had been taken from the only world he knew. Every click he heard was driving him closer and closer to madness, his anxiety was practically skyrocketing at this point and his breathing was rapid. He was unable to think clearly, and came to the inane conclusion that his family and friends had somehow found out about his murderous mindset and were finally punishing him. The thought made him sick to his stomach. By now he could hear the sounds of conversation behind him as the others began introducing themselves. He couldn't confront people right now. Not the way he was. More so out of fear for his actions than theirs. It felt like a knife was stabbing his brain every time he heard them speak. Already the images of death were beginning to plague his mind. Arin pressed his ear against the trunk, his face scrunched up in agony as he crawled at the tree both at an attempt to silence the noise as well as his own thoughts. [i]click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.[/i] [quote=Anise]"I am Princess Anise Sinclair or Riverforde. You may call me, Your Highness, or Lady."[/quote] [i]click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.[/i] [quote=Randold]"I do not know why we are here, my Highness, I have also just woken up. My name is Randold Breaker, only a carpenter as my father and my father before him."[/quote] [i]click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrrr. click-clack whirrrr.[/i] Arin slammed his fist into the trunk. [i][b]"SHUT UP! PLEASE! BE QUIET!"[/b][/i]