As he lays on the warm grass of the West Dythos Grasslands, he wakes.

  "...Dang, my head hurts.. Where even am I?"

  *Looking around, I see nothing but the vast land of grass and feel nothing but the cool wind*

  "Where did that guy even drop me off..?"

  "Wait, was all of that even real?"

  "Who exactly brought me here?"

  "..."

  "Geez, I should probably focus first on trying to find people."

  "..Heh, that way, i can find out where the fuck i am."

  As he starts walking around, he notices.. peculiar looking flora, and abnormal looking geology.

  "Ey.. what.? Blue colored trees, never seen.. these particular species before-"

  "D-DWHAT?! F-FLOATING ISLANDS?!"

  "OKAY THIS MUST. THIS MUST BE A DREAM RIGHT?"

  "WELL.. In any case, I need to focus on waking up."

  "But, can this really be a dream? It all feels so.. Real."

  "The grass, the air, everything."

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  "None of this makes any sense."

  "Was I sent here for a reason.?"

  "Is this some kind of prank?"

  "A joke?"

  "Is there anyone there?"

  "Why am I still here?"

  "Who am I?"

  "Where did I come from?

  "Why did I get sent here?"

  "Someone.. Anyone..."

  While he tries to assess the current situation, something streaks past—fast, silent, something.. Dangerous. It slows, circling back, noticing this confused, and lost person.

  This thing being.. A Wyvern, being crimson red in color

  Wyvern: Oi, you there.

  "..? A-a monster.? FUCK!!"

  He starts sprinting, trying to flee the area, trying to find any sort of help"

  "HELP!!!!, ANYONE, FUCKING HELP ME!!! PEICE OF SHIT GET AWAY FROM ME!"

  Wyvern: Eh?

  "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

  The Wyvern tries to fly in front of him, and our person comes to a halt.

  Wyvern: Look.. mate. I'm not tryna look for trouble here.

  It seems you're new around here, this area gets very ugly after dark, and you seem like you have no idea where the hell you are, yeah?

  Just head South from here—a small town should be there.

  And just like that, the Wyvern prepares to fly, and zooms into the distance to where it was flying to.

  "Wha- what even?"

  "Man.. I'm at a lost for words at this point"

  "That, Thing.. did tell me to go South from here... Might as well"