Amber field

After running thru the jungle for what seemed like eternity, I tripped on a a piece of limestone rock, hit my head on the ground. I remember clearly the thud on my head, the abrupt blackening of my field of view. Too exhausted to shout, I fell unconscious.

The next morning, I awoke to a bright sunlit sky, and discovered I was in a field full of flowers. All around me where sunflowers and dandelions, in a long inclined flat plain, stretching out to a nearby depression, with green rolling hills across the horizon. It would have been such a nice morning, had I not noticed a figure moving across the field.

He was an old, bearded man, medium build, carrying a sharp wooden staff and wearing an intense dark blue robe. As he approached further, I waved my hand and said hello.
His face was wrinkled and showed many cracks, undoubtedly thru years of toil as a farmer, or a village elder. But he had an intense calmness in his gestures that made me at ease and willing to talk to him.

He said that he was the caretaker of this field and that I was welcome to stay for a few minutes, WHILE the flower field was still present. He said that these were special flowers, that would stay open only during the daytime, and would disappear once the fog appeared again at night.

I had so many questions about this place; Where was I? How did I get here? Can he he help me remember who I was?

He said that he was The Caretaker, and that he farmed this field of flowers ever since he could remember. He said that he came to this flat plain long before there were any other humans here. He could not remember being anything else other than the Caretaker that he was.

He called this place Amber Field, and said that residents here have tilled the flower field ever since he came. I said I would like to know more about your culture, and maybe get a lead, or a person, who might remember me.

He said other humans tried the same thing, and eventually left for the West.
He said in a firm voice I could not stay, but that he had something to give me.
Picking thru his right pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper, a map leading to the outskirts of Amber field. He said, that this would lead me to where I wanted to go.

Confused, I asked him if he knew of me. He said I had too many questions, and to just follow the map. I was about to burst open, but something made me stop, gaze down, and just read the piece of paper he gave me.

I said, "Will this be a short trip?"

And he said, "That depends, on your ability to understand, what God wants from you."

I looked up again, and he was gone.

So, as the sun was nearly setlling, I slowly took the route given to me, and left the now-withering flower patch known as Amber field, for an unknown destination.

A Temporary Jungle Sanctuary

Upon Sunrise, I woke up to find the fog had partially subsided. I soon realized that the terrain I was going thru was a lush tropical jungle, filled with all sorts of plants and creatures. Trees were all around the path, with lots of deeply decaying wood covered with large amounts of moss, fungi and numerous insects. Mosquitoes were everywhere; Caution was needed, I could easily die of Malaria, and death would be slow and painful. The fog had not completely lifted; the path I was walking was not very clear, but there was a path. And there were many to choose from.

Having no idea which way to go, I followed the one with the biggest opening. I knew that the best route to follow was the route that led to the river. Upon reaching it, I knew that if I followed that route, civilization would be nearby. At least, that's what I learned on TV. I had no inkling where I was. I was still in a state of dizziness, my mind hovering and frustrated . Maybe this was all just a cruel nightmare, or someone had made a foolish prank and drugged me in my sleep, and left me with amnesia.

It was like life as I understood it; You have many paths, and you are uncertain of which road to take. But as you take one path, and another, and suddenly the next, and so on, you realize there's a price you have to pay. There will people you will never see again, or places you can never go back to. Along the road, you gain friends, and a few enemies. Certain opportunities you will refuse for others that you can, or must take. The only things you can take with you, is your ability to adapt, your attitude to survive, maybe even make good, and your faith in the fact that God does not play dice to the Universe, or gamble with yours.

A large crackle sounded; Dark creatures, hidden in the fog were moving around. My heart started pumping like mad.I had no idea if they were dangerous or otherwise; All I knew was that the crackling sound was moving closer and closer. The fog was beginning to surround me as if it had a life of its own. Maybe partly due to fear, and another due to possible hallucination, I ran to the only path I could clearly see.

And flee I did across the fog ridden jungle.

A Killer's Instinct

I walk in a jungle; the wildlife is all around me but I do not see them. They are shroud in mist; hazy figures, some tame, others menacing. How I got here I do not know; the only visible sign of meaning was in the surreal piece of paper in my hand saying "all roads lead to mt/rk 998 " . It was hardly logical; there wer no roads, just vivid flashes of objects and animals, although I could'nt EVER remember a single animal that I saw in this vision; The fog was too powerful, the uncertainty too strong.

The only thing I new was that I had only one intent; and that was to kill, and kill with not a thought of mercy. But kill what? I hardly had any sense of direction, much less a memory of who I was. I was walking, unconscious of myself.

If only I could get back to reality, find meaning again. If only I could remember who I was; but that was impossible; too many events had occurred, too many changes had taken to root. I had taken a step too far, and could'nt find the directions back, if it still existed.

The light was beginnig to fade, and I could see less and less of what was in front. My prey was not in sight. And all I wanted to do was rest. It was too dangerous to continue onwards, too much uncertainty. I decided to wait until the next sunrise. Maybe then, I would find diections, or better yet, a possible guide.

( This excerpt was made by Michelangelo Du. The continuation of this is unknown. Its your story now. Your guess is as good as mine.)