Valenius’ eyes flickered open, and he sprang up, his heart pounding.

Gasping for breath, he scanned his surroundings, feeling a dull ache in his back.

Valenius realised he was lying on an old, rickety wooden bed, too ancient and uncomfortable to be his own.

As he cautiously rose from the bed, the cold, hard mud beneath his bare feet sent a shiver up his spine. His breath formed icy clouds in the air.

Valenius’ eyes darted around, slowly adjusting to the dim light filtering through what appeared to be a cave entrance.

The idea of a bed in a cave struck him as odd, but he shrugged off the thought and explored his surroundings.

A worn oak desk stood in the midst of the cave, seemingly out of place in such a setting.

Drawn by curiosity, Valenius approached it and noticed a piece of parchment resting on the surface.

To his relief, the writing was in English. Still, the uncertainty of his location lingered, leaving him unsure if this strange place was near his home.

Valenius carefully lifted the parchment, his eyes tracing over the words inscribed upon it:

“If you’re reading this, then you, like me, have been chosen by the video game you picked up. I’m still trying to figure out why I was picked. I’ve only been here a few weeks, but I can tell you this place is very different and more dangerous than Earth. You’ll need to find friends who can help you get used to this new world to survive. I found some people who helped me; they even saved me from something resembling a dragon. I’m heading to a place called Zaitant in the far north. I hope to meet more people who can help, like the ones I’ve found. A word of caution: stay hidden. Avoid open areas and use trees for cover. There are lots of dangerous creatures here. I’ve stayed safe by staying out of sight. Good luck, and stay safe!

Val.”

Valenius’ eyes widened in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat.

The message on the parchment sent a wave of shock through him.

Confusion swirled in Valenius’ mind. What was this place? Why was he chosen? Should he stay put, hoping to find a way back home? Reaching into his pocket for his smartphone, he intended to snap a photo of the note. Instead, he pulled out a pen and a piece of parchment.

Glancing down, he noticed another startling change: his comfortable cotton pyjama bottoms had transformed into dark, sturdy trousers. His simple white shirt was now a royal blue tunic. Goosebumps appeared on his arms.

“What is happening?” he murmured, barely audible.

With a sense of urgency, Valenius stepped out of the cave. He knew he couldn’t just linger there; he needed to find food and water. The reality of his situation was setting in, and he had to act.

As Valenius emerged from the cave, a vast expanse of trees greeted him, stretching miles into the distance.

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The forest was a mixture of colours, with trees enhanced in shades of pink and yellow, contrasting with the clear blue sky dotted with a few clouds.

An open grassland lay ahead, offering a clear view. Valenius started walking towards the treeless path but then halted, recalling the warning in the letter about staying hidden. The wide expanse appeared to be just as Val had described - a possible danger or trap.

Resolute in his decision to avoid the open grassland, Valenius moved northward, seeking the trees’ safety.

Darkness descended rapidly, transforming the forest into a realm of shadows and eerie sounds.

Valenius could hear the subtle rustling of leaves nearby, occasionally interrupted by distant, ominous howls.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar reverberated through the air, its intensity causing the ground to tremble and fear surging through Valenius.

Trembling, Valenius took refuge behind a sturdy tree, his heart pounding in his chest. He cautiously peered around the trunk, desperate to identify the source of the roar.

Through the thick foliage, he glimpsed movement—a dark shape emerging into the open space.

His eyes widened in shock at seeing an enormous wolf-like creature. Its body was long and sleek, cloaked in pitch-black fur, and its eyes were a piercing blue. The beast lifted its massive head, flaring its nostrils as it sniffed the air, and its ears twitched alertly.

As the wolf turned its gaze toward Valenius, who quickly retreated behind the tree, his body quaking.

The wolf’s gaze lingered, its ears flattening against its head.

The wolf barked sharply, locking its eyes in Valenius’s direction.

Frozen with fear, Valenius couldn’t move or think.

Another roar, distant yet mighty, rang out, causing the wolf to snarl and dart off into the depths of the forest.

Valenius stood motionless, his gaze fixed northward. He knew he needed to find shelter or assistance soon, the thought of re-encountering the wolf weighing heavily on his mind.

The urgency of his situation pressed upon him, urging him to proceed despite the dangers that lurked in the shadowy forest.

Relieved to spot a lake ahead, Valenius hurried towards it, his thirst overwhelming him. Tiny spiders emerged from the water as he bent down to drink, startling him and crawling over him.

Valenius frantically shook them off, but his gaze returned to the water, filled with despair.

Despite the unsettling encounter, his parched throat and weakening body compelled him to drink. He had no choice; dehydration was a more immediate threat than the spiders.

Once Valenius quenched his thirst, he sat down on the vibrant green grass, scanning the surroundings with his eyes. He spotted a few apples near a tree. Hungry, he ate them eagerly and noticed another note written in the same handwriting as the first. It read:

“I don’t know if you’re from Wyaninious or another world, but food is scarce here. That’s why many predators are hiding, waiting for an easy target—my advice: eat some of the food you find but not all, and keep heading north. You’ll eventually find a place where people gather for safety, away from the predators. It’s best to get there quickly, as predators always lurking nearby.

Safe travels,

Val.”

Valenius carefully tucked the note into his pocket, pondering the mysterious Val.

How did this person appear to possess so much more knowledge than what the first letter revealed? It had only taken him a few hours to reach this point from the cave.

He shook his head, dismissing the swirling questions, and followed the advice in the note.

Placing one apple into his pocket, he continued northward, sticking to the shelter of the shadows.

As Valenius walked, he noticed crows circling overhead, their eyes fixed on him, their calls echoing ominously.

Valenius’ hands grew clammy with nervousness, but he pressed on, even as the crows’ unblinking stares followed him.

Suddenly, Valenius collided with something hard and massive.

At first, it seemed like a tree hidden in the shadows, but then it moved.

Two glowing white eyes pierced through the darkness and smoke, locking onto Valenius.

Before he could react, Valenius felt a powerful force strike his head, sending him tumbling into unconsciousness.

Valenius’s limp body fell to the ground, and the shadowy figure grasped Valenius’s leg and dragged him deeper into the dark forest.