Cold stone walls as high as the eye could see. Rough and jagged, they would scratch the hands of whoever tried to pass them. Avilus seemed to stare at them for an eternity. The walls never degraded. In fact, with each passing moment, the walls seemed to double in size. Even so, he felt like an observer. The unfriendly rubble - his unfriendly rubble that had managed to be shaped into a quick barrier seemed to be infinite.

As his sense of time and reason was distorted, so was this reality. the rocks seemed to warp and shift whenever he looked away. He couldn't even ask himself basic questions. The walls seemed to get closer and closer. Still, Avilus never moved. He could only look as his creation spiraled out of control. Every time he blinked, the walls seemed to jump towards him. He was surrounded. The stones dug into his flesh and crushed his body. Every time he moved or even took breath, the rocks dug in deeper. Strangely, it didn't hurt. Rather, he felt nothing.

No matter how absurd the scene was, he couldn't question it. He felt oddly at peace. That was, at least, until he felt a distinct burning under him. The heat seemed to travel up his leg, ending beneath his knees. The pain was real this time. He forced himself to look down only to see a large fire contorting his flesh into a black char. He began to scream. 

It hurt.

It really hurt.

He began to slam his head into the jagged wall, only for it to crumble away. Freedom. Before he could escape, a new sight appeared. Rather than the stone walls, he saw a new city. One he had never seen. Still, the fire roasted his feet and he had little time to think. He quickly scrambled to escape the fire, only for the vision to vanish into darkness. 

Suddenly, light. 

Everything ached and his feet felt like they were on fire. Avilis looked around. It would appear that his body was submerged in dirt, save for his feet and head. His head felt caked with generations of soil and his feet were a deep red and covered in sunburns. He slowly raised himself from his dirt nap and investigated his own body. 

He was completely nude.

How embarrassing.

Avilus quickly began to search for his bag. He always kept at least one bag with him. Perhaps it would clue him into the mystery of his situation. He managed to find a small leather strap and pulled.

Snap.

The strap had broken, an event that had only caused Avilus to giggle. After a brief and humourous respite, Avilus began to dig into the earth, only to uncover a thick leather sack. He opened it, revealing to himself a change of clothes and numerous novels. He quickly put the clothes on and looked through the books. All of them fell into three categories - humour, gossip, and romance. How embarrassing. In fact, the books had reminded Avilus of his own journal. He always wrote what happened to him.

Rather quickly, he found it. Rather, he found the broken bindings of the book. The pages had been eaten or destroyed by rain. He had no clue on how he got here. The past month had been forgotten, it seemed. He just remembered talking to his advisors, taking a nap, and waking up here. It was quite hilarious, in fact. Avilus had already been rolling on the floor, his chest ready to burst from laughing. Quickly, Avilus jumped on his feet. No point in laughing himself to death in this forest. 

He began to walk, his feet aching. It would be a terrible idea to walk with his burns. Rather quickly, his prayers were answered. A farm! He quickly hopped the fence into the staples. A horse! Huzzah! He had thought. He quickly "borrowed" a saddle and placed it upon the horse's back. He opened the gate, jumped on, and rode out.

Of course, the farmer was watching outside in shock. Before he had even a chance to get angry, Avilus grabbed a book from his bag. 

[color=FFCD27]"I am commandeering this horse,"[/color] he yelled as he tossed the book into the man's arms, [color=FFCD27]"reparations!"[/color] He quickly rode off. The farmer was confused. Avilus was laughing. He rode straight. He was going to hit something eventually, after all.