Fuck it im bored so we're doing a community-based choose your own adventure story now. At the end of each section there will be a 24hr poll to decide what happens next. Am i working on another story already? Yes. will it be posted any time soon? your guess is as good as mine and i want the instant gratification of "hey look i got to immediately post the thing i wrote!" so. this is what's happening.
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Your name had appeared in the history books four times. Once when you had borne dragons into this world from mere thought and twisted childhood imagination. Once when you rode one into battle. Once when you decided to see how immortal your immortality actually made you and showed up to a queen's coronation to end her bloodline. Once when you died.
There had been celebration in the kingdom. A hero, who had slain a monster came home triumphant. Killer of the dragonsinger, he was called. At least they'd given you the proper fanfare. You would have been pissed otherwise.
The problem was he hadn't actually done a great job with murder. If he'd been under your command, he'd have been sent back to the training grounds to relearn every single thing he'd ever been taught. But he wasn't under your command, so rather than getting to properly chastise him -- or be properly dead -- you'd regenerated somewhere foreign with a splitting headache.
Your vision was always blurry after someone attempted to take your life this incompetently, your view now is a new low. Thirty minutes and it's only just starting to clear. At least it's still summer. You hope it's the same summer.
As you sit up, you take in your surroundings. Dirt and crushed leaves and mud under your you. Trees around you, mostly the same variety, all tall with deep grooves in the bark and needles instead of leaves, though you can see that they change type not too far off. To your right are a few boulders but there's not much else. Just dirt and trees. And some songbirds. You spot one fly through the branches above and then it disappears from sight.
Normally, you like to appear near some kind of civilization, but at least this way you can clean yourself up a bit before trying to talk to the locals, figure out where you landed.
You grunt as you push yourself up to standing. First order of business. Some kind of shelter and some water. Not that the elements are too much of a threat but... you have standards. Water first. See if you can get rid of the headache threatening to split your skull in half.
It takes you another forty minutes -- maybe an hour to find water. It gurgles down a lovely little stream, and you crouch down, drinking directly from it. Generally not a practice advised to humans, but again.... just because you look like one doesn't make you one. At least, not any more. Maybe once upon a time, but also, maybe not.
The headache doesn't budge. You swear under your breath.
While you're here, you take the moment to clean up a bit, get what mud you can off of yourself, try to get your hair to all go in the same direction, the basic stuff. Then you move on.
Near dusk, you spot a trail winding its way through the brush. Not the local fauna, unless you've ended up somewhere truly bizarre. No. This is human-made.
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