A certain hero awoke and immediately searched his surroundings for a big enemy. He vaguely remembered fighting something huge, he remembered that they had both taken more damage than they knew how to handle and we're both on th verge of death.
He seemed fine, but shouldn't that have taken taken longer to heal, (wait maybe I've just been unconscious a long time ... Hmmmm is that better or worse) after confirming he had no fucking clue where the hell he was, nor how he had gotten there. He started to carefully observe his surroundings he got up and took off his shredded armour before walking around he was only able to salvage a small portion of his former armour and current scrap metal. The only piece of armour he continued wearing was his right shoulder pad which was now attached with the leather straps that originally held most of his torso armour together.
He thought it made him look dignified. Someone in his position need to look important. (Wait what was my position, I remember it being important but how important?) He just remembered that he needed to look nice, and that was all that really mattered... Right?
After making a make shift backpack out of what was left of his shirt he set out to explore the dark crevice he would call home until he could get out. Or maybe he needed to go further in? Probably not he thought he remembered falling.
As he was searching the canyon he used his only current light. Which as luck would have it happened to be power crystals. He tried his best to remember what those were used for. To both his and his memories surprise he actually remembered... Well mostly remembered, maybe.
Power crystals were used to increase physical attributes, and based on looks alone these were twice the size of the largest one ever found. They came in many different colors. He identified them in the order he saw them, then struggled to remember what each did as he walked along the giant fucking hole he was trapped in.
( Oh that's green it increases stamina, there's red it increases strength. As well as purple which increases mana, something I have no use for as a sword fighter ... Wait how did I know I was a sword fighter I don't remember sword training I just remember being really good with a sword, oh well I'll just have to get my memory back, that probably won't be hard... right? Oh cool yellow that increases dexterity/agility useful for Archer and rogues. And last but not least cyan...)
"CYAN WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO DO?!" He yelled much louder than intended.
He heard the sound of large padded feet running his way and thought that he had mayhaps attracted some unwanted attention. He looked ahead to see Five larger than normal wolves step out of the darkness, in fact they were much larger than normal, almost twenty feet tall. Compared to his 6'2 stature they were giants. (Wait Was I always this tall?)
Many thoughts rushed through his brain as he analyzed his new-found enemies, he felt like the old him wouldn't do such a thing. Though to be honest he didn't remember much about the old him, and what he did remember he didn't remember all that well.
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He immediately took up a defensive stance and only until the last moment did he realize that he no longer had a sword. He mentally chastised himself as the lead wolf began his wreckless charge. He had seen this tendency before in creatures driven by pure instinct, although not remembering where exactly he had witnessed such a thing it was as if his own instinct took over, and with more strength than seemed humanly possible he delivered an instant knock out kill blow when he uppercutted the charging wolf. He then watched in amazement as the disembodied head of the wolf sailed more than 3 times the wolfs height into the air then fell back down with a resounding thud.
The other wolves stared on in what could only be called pure terror they knew where they currently were on the food chain, and not liking there position they immediately retreated from wherever they came. (Or maybe whenever?) He laughed at that thought. One had even took an almost immediate fear shit upon seeing the 'tiny' man's incredible feat.
Upon further inspection it wasn't a piece of shit at all, it was an egg. A 3 foot tall egg but an egg none the less.
"What kind of wolf lays an egg?" He said aloud to nobody in particular.( I'm also curious as to how I got this strong I don't remember being this strong?) He had many thoughts running through his head but the most prevalent was one that wanted to protect that egg he wasn't sure why but something in the back of his mind told him he needed to protect the defenseless. And that egg was most certainly in such a state.
He rolled the egg over to the giant wolf corpse, which he had pushed against the canyons wall, then proceeded to bite a chunk out of said corpse. (Why did I do that hmm ... i hope I'm not going feral.) He had heard tell of some explorers going into this place and coming out acting wild animals. He shrugged at the thought and continued to bite small chunks out of the wolfs corpse. He was hungry in no small way.
He then sat down his makeshift backpack next to the wolf corpse and checked his surroundings. Much to his surprise he found a small well nearby the water in the hole was filled to the brim. Upon seeing said water he noticed something, His reflection.
He took a few drinks of the water then continued to stare at his reflection. He was somewhat tan but still unmistakably starbucks white, he then looked at his shoulder length hair which was very disarrayed and shaggy. He couldn't really tell if his hair was brown or dirty blonde. (Ehhh what do I care) he thought before moving on to looking at the massive scar on his face it seemed recent, but not too recent it vertically stretched from above his eyebrow over his eye and to slightly below his nose.
It looked like the work of a giant talon of sorts, perhaps another person did that to him he only remembered one person besides himself and even then he didn't really care about her. Probably because he barely even recalled what she looked like. She was maybe a full foot shorter than him and had almost bleach blonde hair, which was graced by a beautiful tiara with sapphires that paled in comparison to her deep blue eyes. She was certainly pretty but pretty or not, he didn't care. Pretty didn't help you survive, and survive is what he intended to do.
His hunger and thirst sated he finally realized just how tired he was. As he prepared to sleep he curled up to the egg to provide it with warmth his last fleeting thoughts before going to sleep were of that girl (was she important?).