Forgotten Islands

A door opens and a tall teenager walks out, his lack of a shirt revealing his physically active body. The hallway was pitch dark and anyone who hadn't lived in the same house for 18 years wouldn't be able to navigate it as quickly as him. Reaching a white door that barely sticks out from the darkness, he turns the knob. 

He easily reaches to his left and flip's the switch on. The fan blades start to whirr and the formally dark hallway is brightened. As he walks by the cabinet mirror his reflection can be seen; short brown hair, scruffy facial hair, a sharp face that would be pleasant to anyone. Yet, this teen has been forgotten. Even his name was forgotten, Dexter

All of his school life was spent in isolation. He wasn't bullied and he wasn't unfriendly, he just radiated an aura the felt repulsive. He spent his school years doing multiple sports, but was never successful. No matter how much he put himself out in to the world he never found anyone willing to get to know him. 

After finishing his bodily necessities, he walked back through the hallway and into his dark room, but unlike the hallway at the back corner of the small room was a rectangular light. The light from his monitor looked as if it was fighting the darkness. On the screen was a webpage, 'NovelHub'.

The teen had found himself unsuccessful at almost all of his endeavors besides writing webnovels. He was the most popular novel for the past 3 years and had one of the most dedicated fanbases to exist. A lot of the popularity stemmed from not monetizing his novel, which allowed for anyone to read it.

His novel, 'Transported to a Fantasy World', had hundreds of millions of views. 

He started writing the book on a whim just to verbalize his idea of his life if it was not hindered by his unfortunate aura, given he was in a fantasy world.

Writing his novel was his outlet for everything that had happened to him through the years, which rendered him out of touch with his emotions.

He posted the last chapter of his novel and sighed heavily before talking to himself.

"I wish I could have a life like my main character even with the gruesome life he lived, there was still happiness."

Looking at the clock he was the time was just 5 minutes from the 

Opening up a chat application he pinged all of his followers that he released the chapter and ended the message off by wishing them a happy new year. 

He held the power button of his pc and watched as the last light of his room disappeared. Pushing himself out of his chair he walked to his bed and laid down face first.

"Another year, huh."

He closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.

Before long he found himself in a familiar white void, it was the place he had always started his lucid dreams in. Except this time something was off, the colors felt like they were shifting and he had a feeling of dread. 

Looking up he saw a giant crack and a void of eyes behind it. 

While still looking up, he failed to notice the unholy presence behind him.

"Hello little human, I have watched you for 18 years and believe now is the time to grant your wish."

Before letting the being continue speaking he shot a question back.

"What are you?"

"I am an entity that a human mind like yours can not comprehend, but the name the 'islands' have given my kind is 'Aberrant'." 

The dream space started to crush with the words from the Aberrant and questions poured through his head.

'Aberrant?'

'What are the islands?'

'How did it get into my dream?'

The entity spoke once more.

"You will be sent to a place that is forgotten by time and known by no people outside of it."

His mouth moved and tried to speak words, but it was futile and his mind started to shut down. The last glimpse he got of the entity was a demonic grin.

***

Feeling his eyelids pull apart, his brain activated again. All he could see was darkness, but he knew that his eyes were open.

"Where am I. This definitely isn't my bed."

He recalled the words of the entity.

"So it wasn't just my imagination, the entity was telling the truth."

To any other normal person there would be panic across their face, but for Dexter all he could think about was his opportunity to prove himself in a new world.

He could feel himself being surrounded by trees, primarily because of the wind shaking the branches. 

Feeling around he pushed himself off the ground and too his legs. Once he stood up, he had to steady himself and stop himself from collapsing due to the switch in position. 

His eyes started to get used to the dark and he was able to see the trees. Assuming he was in a forest he walked over to the nearest tree and felt the bark. There wasn't a single ridge on it allowing his hand to slid smoothly over it.

Shuffling his feet on the floor he decided to look for a rock in hopes of marking the trees so that he might be able to find his way back. 

After a little searching he found himself a small rock the length of his pointer finger and tried to score the bark as deep as possible with a fairly smooth rock.

He picked a direction from his first tree and started to walk. Marking every tree he felt along the way. What felt like hours passed until he felt something off, he saw a two yellow eyes that looked like a flashlight in the darkness.

Before he could move he heard the snarl and knew that is was not friendly. Assuming an fighting stance, keeping his hand up and his elbows bent inwards to protect his neck, shifting his weight back and bending his knees.

Dexter heard the sounds of steps swiftly approaching and his entire body was on edge and waiting. The only sounds in the forest were the breathing of a predator and it's prey, but there was no way he was gonna die without a fight.