It's not possible. There's no way. I couldn't have underestimated how "troublesome" this would be.
The first drop of sweat leaks from my forehead, sliding and sliding, until it drops down into the black of the forest below. My eyes stuck, staring, beelined to the horizon, mouthing lulling open, unable to come up with a solution. However, maybe I can do something to dumb the situation down. I just have to calm. Down.
The best thing I can do right now, is use my 3 remaining brain cells to conjure something up... let's see.
There are two major ways I could approach this. One, I could rush on ground level, take breaks at set intervals, sleep at night, and hunt in the morning. Two, I can take things slowly by climbing along the treetops, without any need for taking breaks other than to sleep and eat. The question is how to get food without killing wolves. Then again, how would I even kill them in the first place. I have nothing but my fists. Considering the situation, maybe I should think back to when that annoying thing rattled on, but... maybe I should go even further back, further... back. All I can hear in my mind is a constant unending repetition, 'further, further, further...' but when? There's nothing more. There's nothing more yet I feel as if I'm missing something, something passed the tree I woke up in, but I can't remember.
Now voices are entering my head, swimming, 'Naku' they say. Two girls, and a boy, all sounding similar in age. My vision blackens, my bones melt as I slump over the branch, the world pulls away from me, making it impossible to control my body. Yet the voices continue, as they turn into people. They all look so familiar, who am I, who am I, who am I.
"What am I doing here! Please! Please tell me!"
I regain consciousness, tears beginning to form, my voice shaking,
"Where am I,"
I feel thorns in my throat as I shout to the sky,
"Where am I! What am I going to do!?"
I cradle my head in my arms and sob, I sob because there's nothing more I can do, or maybe it's all I want to do. Yet, I don't hate myself for it, for losing my cool, but it's surely to end. It isn't possible to cry forever, or maybe it is, however, extremely difficult, and I'm no professional as far as I know. That said, I'll continue for know. Even if it may not be useful to others, it's useful to me, because I'm lost, and this is the only thing I know how to do right now.
The tears have long ceased, but stagnation has not, to my utter dismay. To what extent does this stagnation go? So far about five hours as far as I can count. Curled up on a tree, hiding from the task ahead of me. Although tears don't fall, brown licks of hair shower down, as I've been pulling at them for a good chunk of the time I've been still.
"I've been still, pulling at my hair... my brown hair."
Brown. Was my hair always brown? This colour is the extent of my memory, however I feel as though it's incredibly unfamiliar, yet I scroll through the colour wheel and white strikes me each time. White hair. I used to have white hair. Why did it change, is there an issue with white hair? Perhaps, or maybe it's just the personal preference of the one who materialised me in this world. Whoever it may be, they failed in giving me a strong mind, because I feel as though I'm going insane, even though it's only been a few days. A few days... Huh, since when did a few days pass... my focus has never been set on how many days have gone by.
That's enough, I can't just do nothing.
My knuckles grind themselves on my eyelids, my palms fly at my face and connect with the sound of a deserved slap. Repeat a few more times and surely I should be awake. Awake and settled on a decision, I'll climb across the trees. There's no use going to ground level, I'd die faster than the wolves can run. But wolves can't run if they can't react, so I'd be lucky to find one on it's own and drop down from above. Surely, that's my only option, for someone as weak as me.
My bones click and wheeze due to the process of standing up for the first time in days, like growing pains for joints. Surprisingly they don't crack. Surely this is unrealistic, I shouldn't even be able to move. However, I'll take the fact that I can, and use it to my advantage. Nonetheless, it's about time I take a step, just one. Heaving my right leg forward as it groans. the bark feels smooth, under the dry skin of my foot, without a creak from the branch. Bend, push and lunge, it should be simple shouldn't it. Surely I won't fall. Despite my wishful thinking, a feeling emerges in the back of my mind as the bend adds weight. I should do this quickly, the longer I wait the worse it gets.
"hnnngah!"
Wind curls and pushes me in the opposite direction, but I have enough momentum. The branch I'm aiming for grows near, I coil my arms around it. Missing the strength to soften the pull of my body slinging down. The act viciously tugs at my arms and sends a blistering pain through my shoulders. Luckily, I avoided a dislocation and the pain drowns while I reel myself up and onto the branch.
Well, I'd say I was successful. Only, what? A few million trees to go? No problem. That being said, I will most certainly sense this as a problem, considering I've run into my first hunger pangs, drilling through my stomach.
"I'm going to die here aren't I."
I don't feel like talking, there's not even a single person to speak to in fact. It's nothing but painful. But I feel as though someone will hear me. Up in the sky if anywhere. The sky, the horizon.
"The horizon,"
It's,
"The horizon is..."
the horizon is dark, but the sky is bright. In fact, part of the sky is dark. It's a mountain range, towering above the clouds, far, far above the clouds. I swing left, right, behind. It surrounds me, why didn't I notice before. Maybe the the introduction of a light as strong of the sun blurred my vision.
More importantly. I'm trapped in this forest.