Unlit in the heart of the woods, a human boy has been lying in the chilly, unsettling lap of the woods.

His eyes widened as he abruptly sat up, his heart thumping with adrenaline.

He was on the ground in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by deep forests and tall trees. The cold chill of the air made him shiver while he felt its presence on his skin. The howling wind brought along an eerie feeling as he tried to comprehend his current situation.

He had no idea how he got there or what had happened. His mind raced with questions, desperately searching for any memory that could provide answers.

All he knew was that he needed to find a shelter before it was too late.

Except for the faint moonlight that glimmeringly peaked through the long branches of the trees, it was almost utterly dark. In the pitch-blackness, which felt like complete nothingness, one could hardly see anything.

He could hear the sound of rustling leaves and twigs snapping nearby, which only added to his already heightened state of alertness. His mind raced with thoughts of what could be lurking in the darkness, causing his heart to beat faster and faster.

He soon became aware that he was naked. He quickly looked around, trying to find something to cover himself with. But there was nothing in sight, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed. He slowly stood up and started to take in his surroundings.

He knew he needed to stay calm and focused if he was going to make it out of this situation alive. He took a deep breath and began to walk, his eyes straining to see anything in the darkness.

Every step felt like a risk, and he made an effort to carefully step on stones and mud rather than leaves and sticks. Even though he didn't know what lay ahead, he knew how to move forward with caution.

He didn't know the direction, but he kept moving forward, trusting that he would eventually find his way.

Soon, his body began to respond to his senses. A surge of pain rushed through his entire body. He became aware of the wounds he had all over his body.

He must have been attacked by something in the wilderness. He scanned his surroundings as his senses slowly began to return and the pain from his wounds started to get worse.

He was struggling to speak because of the lack of saliva in his mouth. He started to experience hunger for the first time because of his keen senses.

At least he needed to locate a water source. Some water will help him stay focused and keep his mind away from hunger.

He wondered how long he had been walking for. It felt like hours, but he couldn't be sure. As he walked inch by inch, he suddenly saw a silver light shining through the trees. He quickened his walking pace, eager to reach it.

As he got closer, he realised it was a small lake. Like a mirror placed on the ground, it reflected the moon's gentle glow. And the stillness of the water's surface calmed his racing heart.

He carefully scanned the banks for any signs of movement, but there were none. He knew that if he made any noise, it might attract unwanted attention.

He waited for a few moments and slowly walked towards the lake. As soon as he got there, he dipped his hands into the chilly water and eagerly drank. He felt relieved after quenching his thirst.

He waited a few moments for the water to settle and carefully watched the figure in the reflection. He saw a young boy's reflection shining on the still water. Black hair, black eyes there was nothing special about his appearance except his pale skin.

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He felt a sense of calmness as he gazed at his reflection, and for a moment he forgot about the dangers that lurked in the forest. However, he quickly snapped out of it and continued to scan his surroundings, knowing that he needed to stay alert at all times.

Suddenly, it struck him that the face he saw in the reflection was something he had never seen before. He wasn't familiar with that face, yet it seemed to be staring back at him with a sense of recognition. He wanted to know who he was and why he couldn't remember anything else.

As he tried to recall any memories, he realised that his mind was a blank slate. He couldn't even remember his own name or where he came from. Interestingly, he was aware of what one thing and another were and how to avoid dying. But anything else was a mystery to him.

He soon realised he was standing in a vulnerable spot and needed to move. He was exposed to danger, and there isn't any blind spot on the banks of the lake where he can hide if anything unfortunate happens.

He walked back to the forest. As soon as he reached the edge of the forest, he decided to circle the lake through the forest. To find a forest path. He knew there would always be a path that leads to the lake, and he just needed to follow it back to reach civilization.

It was a risky move, but he didn't have any other options. He had to take his chances.

He made an effort to try to recall any memories he might have as he walked. But it seemed like they were more vague the harder he tried. He questioned whether he had been in an accident or if something had happened to him that had affected his memory.

To his surprise, while he was circling around the lake, he stumbled upon a path that led to the lake. And he could also see some foot prints that looked like humans. As he began to follow the footprints, he started to wonder if he was walking towards danger or towards safety.

His footprint was comparably smaller than the footprints he was seeing. The footprints appeared to be somewhat old. They were slowly fading as he progressed further.

The slight breeze that passed him made him conscious of his nakedness. He needed something to cover himself up before he went any further.

But he could not see anything nearby that he could use. He decided to follow the path, hoping to find any clothes along the way.

He started to stumble as he walked, losing his balance and senses. He realised that he was more injured than he thought. He was unsure if he would make it out alive.

He started to increase his pace while struggling to keep his footing. He knew he had to find help soon, or else it would be too late. The pain in his body was becoming unbearable, and he could feel himself starting to lose consciousness.

Suddenly he stumbled upon something hard, lost his balance, and fell forward onto the ground.

He tried to get himself up, but his body was too weak. It was a disfigured wild boar. The wild boar's eyes were lifeless and glazed over, and its body was limp and motionless.

It looked like a fight among the beasts had occurred. The scene is evident, with blood stains on the grass and broken branches scattered everywhere.

The boar was missing a leg and had deep wounds throughout its body. It was clear that the boar had put up a fierce fight. The warm blood was still oozing out of the dead boar. It was a scene of violence and struggle.

It has not been very long since its death. There will be a predator nearby. He wanted to leave the area soon before encountering it.

However, he was unable to lift himself up. Along with that, his hunger returned, which was unexpected. He most certainly would have eaten that boar meat if things had been different.

He really wanted some of that boar meat, but not at this time. He doesn't have much time and doesn't know when he's going to encounter another beast that might attack him.

He had to pay attention to finding a way to help himself stand right now. He was slowly losing consciousness and knew that if he didn't act quickly, he might not make it out alive.

Attempting to stand up, he leaned against the boar. He was unable to lift even his hand, so he collapsed back onto the boar.

He was covered in stains from the wild boar's blood. He lied there, feeling hopeless and defeated. He felt his head spin, and then he slowly lost consciousness. The darkness consumed his mind.

He lay there struggling to breathe as his heart began to beat fast as it pounded against his chest.

Strangely, the blood of the boar started to flow towards the boy as he lay there motionless. The blood crept up to his skin and started to cling to it.

As the blood began to absorb into his pores, his skin began to regain its vitality and colour. The boy's body regained vigour. His breathing stabilised, and his heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm.

A surge of energy began coursing through his veins and his body. The boy's wounds began to heal rapidly. His cuts and bruises closed up, leaving nothing behind.

The unconscious boy lay there leaning on the wild boar, his shut eyes twitching in the darkness.