A giant fruit, red, round, and soft like berries, hung at the tip of a large branch of a gigantic, violet, and ancient tree. It fell and dropped on the ground, bouncing down the hill, through the dense forest of enchanted. As it reached a clearing, the fruit punctured and red liquid leaked out. The skin of the fruit tore, gushing out more red liquid, drenching the ground, and revealing a whole human male, wet and bare. His motionless body and his closed eyes tells that he was either asleep or unconscious. The hair on his head was short and dark brown. His skin white and his body well built. Then his eyes opened. His irises were also dark brown, but glistening with life and magic, just like the forest itself.
Slowly, he sat up. One of his hands pushing himself up while the other clasping his head.
Where am I? he asked himself. What am I?
Strangely enough, he knew his name was Idhron. He also knew that he needed to dress himself, no matter how confused he was. Fortunately for him, the skin of the fruit was tough like leather but light like feather. More importantly, they were wearable as a cloak or coat. Although it covered his naked body, he knew he needed to get some real cloths and breeches as well as shoes. At the moment, that was his purpose. But he needed directions.
"Where should I go?" he asked his surroundings.
Then there were whispers of voices without words. Surprisingly he understood them. It was the voices of the trees. They pointed him to a path, one leading out of the empty clearing.
"Thank you," he said and headed down towards the unknown.
