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Faro’s Dream

Just a little set up to how my silly little adventurer woke up in the world of MythCraft, I hope y’all like it!

The sounds of crackling campfire harmonizing with the gentle forest ambiance was the perfect lullaby after a long day of walking. There was a gentle summers breeze with not a cloud in the sky, the full moon and twinkling stars illuminating the land below. The campfire was beginning to simmer out, but its subtle warmth and his sleeping bag kept him at the perfect temperature for a lovely nights rest.

As the red panda slowly drifted to sleep, the forest sounds began to fade and a new sound came instead. The familiar sounds of waves crashing along a shoreline began to replace the melody of the world around him. He missed the sounds of the ocean, it was a second home to him. The sirens song of the seas quickly shifted from blissful to an all too familiar nightmare

Suffocating

The sounds of canon fire from above the surface muffled by the dark, cold ocean. Stray debris of wood and cloth were scattered across the depths around him, joining them in the decent to the deep.

He’d revisited this memory more often than he’d like, but the questions were still the same.

Who won the battle that day? Did his crew come out victorious, or did all the people he knew suffer a horrible fate? Did his crew mates, his friends, mourn his death? Did they even miss him?

As he pondered the sea grew darker as he sunk deeper and deeper to the ocean floor. His first instinct was to try to swim to the surface, cry for help, but he knew how poorly that would go. Instead he closed his eyes and let the darkness take him.

When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing around him except an endless purple blackness dotted with faint stars. He swore he saw movement in the abyss out of the corner of his eye. Every time he’d try to get a better look at it, it was gone, so either he was going crazy or his eyes were just playing tricks on him. But then came whispers, sounding both way too far away while also sounding right behind him. He tried to call out to whoever or whatever seemed to be playing with him, but no noise ever came out. The whispers grew louder and more unintelligible until it went quiet as quick as the shadow disappeared.

The silence was deafening until a sudden voice whispered so close to his fuzzy red and white ears that it made his skin crawl

“Wake up”

And wake up he did with a panic and labored breath. The bright morning sun was only just beginning to peak over the trees. He found himself in taller grass and flowers he had never seen before. This isn’t where he had gone to sleep the night before, his campsite and his gear were gone.

Where on earth was he? Who was that voice? He had many questions but without gear, food or any idea of where he was, those questions would have to wait. Survival was more important at the moment.

After dusting grass and dirt from his tail and hair, he scans the horizon and lays eyes on distant smoke