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Chapter 6 - Displacement

*Bzzt*, always a fucking *bzzt*. That's the best way anyone could describe the noise and sensation, a simple bzzt. Yet, this bzzt is felt throughout the entire body, leading to vomiting, nausia, and in my case, near paralysis with a human... divine... with a body.

But that's not important right now, what's important is where I am. Upon being displaced by God of Time, Wyrev, I was transported onto the world we were overlooking. And, by the dense shrubbery and trees, I'd say this was a forest; a big and old forest.

Surrounded by trees that tower far above me, I have my first port of call. I stand up from the wet ground and head to the nearest tree. Up close the tree is even more massive, making it a prime target to climb, and so I climb. Up and up and up, slowly clambering from branch to branch until I was high enough to see the world, and all I saw was green.

Green, on and on, forever and ever. I look to another direction, then another, and another; all green. I'm in the middle of maybe the largest forest I've ever been in, with no help coming for me.

Okay, okay, new plan. I climb back down the tree and once at the base of it, stop moving. For a full minute I am motionless, not even a twitch of muscle. That's when I finally hear it, water.

I slowly move through the foliage, carefully listening to the water's sound. After moving maybe two hundred feet, my foot slips off of a log and I tumble down to the ground. Luckily there was some plant matter which broke some of the fall. Unluckily, that plant matter was over top some FUCKING ROCKS!

"Guah! Huah eh, huah eh!"

The wind flies out of my lungs and pain assaults my back. I sit up while trying to breathe but am unable to. My eyes water and turn into tears before eventually, I regain my breathe.

I take in quick, shallow breathes, before transitioning to slow and deep ones. It's while doing this, that I realize I'm becoming wet in my pants.

I stand up while looking down and start to laugh. I'd fallen straight into a creek, the running water was coming from here. Good to know where it is, now it's time to mark here and find water.

Climbing up and out of the four foot-ish ditch, I go looking for a stick or rock, or anything really to mark the creek. It's after looking for a few minutes that I find it, a dead tree that goes super fucking high.

Landmark down, now for food.