I look around in the disheveled house. The walls are something like concrete and the floor was dirt with beautiful blue flowers and green grass. There were boxes and the whole house seemed to be abandoned. There was a cork board with some ripped up notes that was. The windows were boarded up and there were numerous holes in the wall.

I see the man standing there. "Here's the story. You belong to a kingdom that was and is in a war with the neighboring kingdom. Your whole life you trained and prepared yourself for attacks. That includes holding a gun and being emotionless with killing others. You taught yourself how to hunt and you live here. In the middle of historical ruins, in the middle of the forest." He smiles.

I look outside from the only window not boarded up. There were quartz pillars that look to have fallen a long while ago. He was right. I was in a house that was in the middle of ancient ruins.

"You'll need this." I turn around to see him handing me a gun. I am reluctant to take it, but I do. "You'll find it very easy to shoot. Oh, and, don't forget who you are doing this for. It can be easy to stray." He puts on a sly smile and then disappears.

What am I doing? This was so dumb. I guess I'll look around the house? Sure.

I go through an archway or a door frame. Honestly, I can't differentiate between the two. The room looked the same except there were no boxes and it was smaller with this whole "mechanic lab". There were ammunition and screwdrivers. There were scraps of metal and wires. There was sandpaper, a blowtorch, a welder's mask, and gloves. There were pliers, hammers, saws, and more. There was also more sunlight and more grass and the same blue flowers.

I go into the room that branches off from that. It was smaller and held a single bed and a shattered mirror. It was a metal frame with a dusty and disgusting mattress with nothing else. I then realized that was it. No bed, no furnace, nothing else.

This is going to be one hell of a ride.

A few hours later of just exploring the area, I start getting hungry so I decided I should take a shot at hunting. Ba-dunce-ch...

...

Anyway! I grab an army knife from what I will call 'The Lab Room' and make my way out of the door that is barely hanging on. My gun was in the pocket of my clothes and went into the forest.

All the trees looked the same. The beautiful greens and browns that mesmerize my mind.

The only flowers I have come across are those blue flowers. Those same round, perfect cobalt blue flowers. They were big in size and made up of four pedals in total. The pedals together made a star-like shape. I see these flowers only in patches with a multitude of light green leaves. They grew in batches and in bushes. They stayed vowing on trees. The flower was a complete blue; a beautiful blue — a sold, beautiful, cobalt blue.

As I move deeper into the forest, it gets denser and denser. I stop in my track as soon as I hear one move that was outside of my own. I look around and slowly pull out my gun.

I see movement in the many trees and bushes and I turn my attention there. In a matter of seconds, a deer pops into my line of vision. I ready the gun and I take my aim.

I close my eyes and my arms are as shaky as ever. I have never killed anything before. I don't even know how to aim a gun!

I turn my head away and ready myself for the blow.

My finger is on the trigger, slowly and shakily pulling the trigger back. I faintly hear the movement of the trigger. My face scrunches up.

Bam!

My body is jerked slightly backwards. I hear a large crash in the brushes. I slowly and carefully open my eye. I see the same deer laying on the floor. It was motionless and it's beady and wild eyes look straight at nothing. It's mouth of ajar, and it's rough-looking fur moved with the slight breeze.

It's bloodstained, beautiful tan colored coat and the bullet hole was clear to see. I had just killed something. I lower my gun and step closer to it. I had shot it right in the forehead! How is that even possible?

My eyes widen with fear and surprise. Am I underestimating my ability to shoot?

I take out my knife and somehow skin the deer. I don't care much for the skin, but little for the meat the skin hides. I gather the good parts and the edible parts and I carry them back to my new, and almost broken, house.

By the time I am done eating and cleaning up, the sun sets and I am left to go to bed under the pale moon.

I think of Star and wish for something. Something... important to me.

I lag on the hard mattress and I close my eyes. The last thing I think of before drifting off was the sound of the gun.

BAM!