Jack's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a world bathed in harsh, white light. It assaulted his pupils, forcing them to constrict painfully. Disoriented and confused, he tried to piece together where he was. His mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any memory of how he arrived in this blinding environment. When he tried to move, he panicked because he was completely surrounded by thick vines. These vines prevented even the slightest movement.

A voice, muffled by the glare, pierced the silence. It originated from somewhere beyond the light, making it impossible to discern the speaker. "Careful," it warned, "he's waking up." Jack squinted, straining to see the owner of the voice, but his vision betrayed him, revealing only blurry silhouettes. Fear gnawed at him. How many were there? What were their intentions?

Mustering his courage, Jack rasped out a question, his voice laced with a blend of fear and defiance. "What's going on here? Where am I?" He tried to rise, the urge to escape this unsettling situation burning bright. The vines tightened their hold, a silent reminder of his captivity.

"Why are these things wrapped around me?" Jack yelled, desperation creeping into his tone.

"Here, the questions are ours, not yours," a chilling reply came back. It was a young girl's voice, devoid of warmth, laced with an icy edge. Though unseen, Jack could feel her gaze burning into him. A sliver of hope flickered - perhaps this girl wasn't part of his capture.

The young girl emerged from the blinding light, taking hesitant steps towards Jack. As she drew closer, he braced himself, a flicker of hope battling against the ever-present fear. She introduced herself, a smile playing on her lips, but it did little to ease his apprehension.

"They call me Telina, but my friends call me Anna," she said.

Jack, however, barely registered her words. His attention was consumed by the sight before him. This was no human. She possessed a vaguely humanoid form, but her features were otherworldly. Her outfit was unlike anything he had ever seen before, which was proof that she was different. Her skin seemed to emit a faint luminescence, and her bright orange hair was adorned with vibrant, glowing vines that seemed to writhe with an unsettling life of their own. Her eyes, the color of a summer sky, held an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

Unable to rationalize his situation, Jack muttered, "This must be a dream. A bad dream." He clung to the hope that upon waking, everything would return to normal, this bizarre scenario a figment of his imagination.

A booming voice shattered his fragile hope. It came from behind, accompanied by a colossal shadow that fell over Jack. "This is no dream, my friend," the voice boomed, laced with amusement. "And you're no comedian. Now, tell us who you are."

Out of the shadows emerged a winged human figure, unlike any bird Jack had ever seen. His wings, a kaleidoscope of colors, resembled butterfly wings more than anything else. His dark hair hung straight and his eyes held a deep brown hue.

Jack, desperate for a sense of control, opted for sarcasm. "Sure, I'll tell you all about myself, right after you sprout wings like yours." It was a feeble attempt at humor, a way to mask the rising tide of fear.

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Jack recoiled from the searing pain that erupted on his arm. He whipped his head towards the source, his vision momentarily swimming. A bespectacled man stood before him, his face etched with concern. Unlike the others, he appeared vaguely human, albeit with a pair of thick, circular spectacles perched precariously on his nose. His short, curly hair seemed to defy gravity, springing up in a mess of unruly brown.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Jack yelped, clutching his throbbing arm. "What was that?"

"I apologize profusely," stammered the bespectacled man, his voice laced with nervous energy. "It appears I miscalculated the intensity. I merely wanted to ensure you weren't lost in a dream and test your perception abilities. My name is Remy," he continued, extending a hand towards Jack, though making no move to actually touch him. "We mean you no harm, truly. We just needed to confirm you were awake and aware. Isn't that right, everyone?" Remy cast a sheepish glance towards the winged figure and the girl, his hopeful smile strained.

Jack, however, remained unconvinced. His mind reeled, a whirlwind of questions churning within him. How had he arrived in this bizarre predicament? Where exactly was he? Who were these strange beings surrounding him? Their appearances defied logic. Although they looked human, one of them had wings, the girl had an intriguing look. Remy's big glasses made him look like a caricature of a genius.

The tense silence was shattered by a flurry of hushed voices.

"Remy, we don't know what this guy is, it's not right to tell him so much,"

"I apologize, Iris. I saw he was scared and wanted to calm him down."

"Calm him down? Now he's heard my name too. Maybe he's one of the ones following us."

When Jack realized that the people talking to him were real, he asked in surprise and curiosity.

"If this isn't a dream, who are you?"

Anna answered Jack's question.

"We are Rolliphs. Small, magical creatures. Iris is a tree nymph, but what we really don't know is who you are?"

"My name is Jack, I'm a human."

"A human? That's impossible. Humans are gigantic compared to us, but if..."

"But if what?"

"Unless you're a human who's been shrunk and chosen."

"A chosen human? What do you mean?"

The winged man snapped at Anna, his voice laced with frustration.

"Anna, you know that's absurd. The era of chosen humans is over. It ended years ago, and you know the reason better than anyone. This creature is clearly trying to deceive us."

The bespectacled man, disagreeing with the winged man, spoke up in support of Anna.

"I believe this man is indeed a human. His clothing, his manner of speech, and his differences from us align with the human characteristics described in the books."

Iris, still unable to accept this, interjected with his objection.

"What does it matter? This man may not look like us, but perhaps he's a trap."

"We don't know the situation, so we'll take this man to Protea. She will decide what to do."

"This is madness," Iris continued to protest.

Anna, opposing this decision, argued:

"If he's the chosen one, this could be a sign from Mother Nature, and he might be the solution to our problems. Why not?"

Iris, though reluctant, was eventually persuaded.

"Alright, so be it. But I'll keep him tied up and unconscious during the journey."

Jack, not particularly pleased with what he was hearing, responded.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Iris gave Remy an order, ensuring he followed his instructions.

"Remy, knock him out."

Remy, albeit reluctantly, did as Iris commanded.

"Sorry, friend. I hope you won't be mad at us when you wake up."

With those words, he blew a powdery substance towards Jack, and under its influence, Jack once again closed his eyes.