Bitter Sweet Oasis | Contest entry | Now updated! Please read again!

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Published Mar 23rd, 2017, 3/23/17 11:47 pm

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Level 34 : Artisan Strawberry

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Hello c; This is for the contest, and my vision of the land. I hope you like it!

Steve had finally come across a new land to colonize at the break of dawn, his blood pounding violently through his veins in excitement. He stood up in the small wooden boat, his arms out-stretched like an eagle, balancing himself so he wouldn't have to take a swim. He gazed at the far off land, curiosity dancing inside of him, wanting to break free and answer its questions. His impatience was bubbling inside, he had to find a faster way to reach the new land, it would take at least another day to reach it by boat. Then an idea came to him, swim. He peered down into the aquatic filled ocean, and scrutinized the ocean. He definitely did not trust the strange creatures below, who had the appearance of flying underwater. He shivered slightly at their pale yellow colored eyes, and their dark red pupils staring back up at him. He scrapped the idea of swimming, and decided he might as well wait. A few hours pass, and Steve is still sitting in his boat, directing it in right directions, and then suddenly, a storm strikes. The storm is the most violent storm Steve had ever experienced, though that's not saying much, considering he lives in a taiga biome, where it snows more than rains. A flash of lightning struck the air around it, making Steve flinch, and a large wave over turns Steve's boat.

Steve awakes with a start, barely remembering what had happened. He jolts up, and glances at his surroundings. He let out a small hysterical breath, and got to his feet. He groaned with pain, the ocean seemed to have tossed him around when the storm had occurred. His boat was nearby, smashed to pieces, most likely because it was probably thrown at the large rock. His belongings are littered across the beach, mostly dry, but water seemed to have damaged his potions and crafting book. He looks around more seriously, there are magnificent large bees flying around to vibrant species of flowers. Steve observes them, full of awe. They buzz about, humble and calm. Nearby, ate beautiful giant palm trees, their leaves turquoise, and their trunks a mahogany brown. The sand granules seem larger than usual, and the rocks seemed larger, too. He shifts uncomfortably at the thought. He begins to think that it might have been a mistake of deciding to venture to this island, in fact, to any. He walked over to his sword and other belongings, and glared at them cautiously. They were, too, larger than he was! His eyes race across everything else around him and started shaking his head disbelievingly. No, this can't be, Steve thought, fearfully. This can't of happened! Steve finally had to come to his worst possible conclusion. The island had a strange curse or magic that had shrunken him, and he was most likely stuck like this. He starts to pace, loosing sanity like an avalanche. He starts running into the ocean, trying to wash the effects off, not that he thought it would work, but he does so anyways. He continuously starts loosing his train of thought and has to stop pacing crazily to just remember what he was thinking about. He starts running frantically about, the island's "curse" kicking in at full speed, making him talk wildly to sheep and cows, trying to get useless information out of them. The island was effecting him so wildly that he was practically being possessed, in fact almost controlled. He gets so tired from running and screaming his lungs out that he falls unconscious on the very edge of the jungle, where he roasts in the sun for days.

Steve hadn't explored the jungle enough to discover them, but deep inside the jungle, villagers thrive. The villagers had noticed Steve's boat crash on the rocks during the storm, but never saw Steve themselves. A villager decided to go and collect the relics of the crashed boat and came across Steve, and hollered to the others. They came rushing over, concerned for him. They brought Steve back, and took his items out from his pockets, curious of what this foreign language is, and how the so called "acks" works. One of the villagers cut himself on Steve's sword, ignorant of what it does because of it's design. Another smashed Steve's compass, frightened of the moving pieces inside. Suddenly, Steve woke with a start. He scrutinized the three men sitting in the thatched roof hut with him. They had tattoos and leaf arm wraps on their arms. Their skin was bronze and their hair was charcoal black. The oldest of the three stood up, and walked over to Steve's cot slowly. Steve tenses, not sure whether these people are kind or not. Surprisingly, the man speaks in English, "I am Oondre, translator for our tribe." Oondre says matter-of-factly. "You were poisoned by War Fish, also known as Guardians, and started to have hallucinations." Oondre states, Steve nodding along. "As a result, you fell unconscious, and our tribe has found you." Oondre says. "You should not remember any of the things that occurred." Says Oondre, trying to feed Steve's curiosity until it stops showing in his face. Steve thinks for a moment, the giant vegetation and animals vivid in his mind. "Wait... So that means...?" Steve asks, adrenaline rushing through him. Oondre doesn't respond right away, then nods, "Yes," He sounds sorrowful, but his face doesn't show it. "I believe we have a boat for you to get home in, and if any luck, we can repair some of your items." "Oh my... Thank you!" Steve says, astounded. But Steve secretly did not want to leave, he came to explore and he still should do the same. Oondre leads Steve to the beautifully carved boats on the west shoreline, the sun is now setting. Of course, the boats are massive as everything else, but Steve isn't sure whether that's on purpose or not. Steve gets his belongings back from the tribe and sets sail on his new boat. He pulls the sails in every direction to keep the boat's balance and to set it to his home's direction. I'll be back Steve thinks. He smiles quietly to himself and sets off into the horizon.

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ohmigod sorry this is so long it's hard to write a great piece that's short so... yeah uhm thanks for reading, and diamonding is the best way to get support, so please do! c;