Everything is pitch black
'Was I knocked out ?' The thought echoed in the void
'Last thing I remember was ... two weeks ago, out of the gym. I can't recall the fight, nothing of it ,I don't even remember my entrance '
'Is this how the KO'd feel? No way... It's impossible that I lose like that.'
A strange sensation began to register, a grainy texture against his back, a gentle warmth on his face. He felt like he was lying on sand
"Whoa , it's a beach " he murmured
after opening his eyes, his face wore a sunbathed expression .
harsh sun flooded in ,forcing a squint with a smile that made his face equally dazzled, blessed , confused ,and bamboozled. Almost as if he found internal peace
He kept laying
"I always dreamed to settle here.. Was even planning to retire after my next match" he said kicking up
distracted by the scenery around, he takes a look. "It does have many trees, probably an island ,judging by the sand's texture" nodding, faking expertise
"And my field of vision is a little .. low, talking about it I do feel rather odd" he noted aloud, his voice disturbingly high-pitched.
He lifted his hands into his line of sight. They were small. Uncalloused, puffed. The hands of a child.
A necklace hung low, reaching past his chest. Its pendant was a matte black, diamond shaped form with rough edges and a hollow center that didn't reveal the other side. Almost like a thin, three dimensional rhombus, it resembled a dual pointed star.
He looked at his left hand stretched in front, a weird feeling surged --one he couldn't pinpoint
"A kid? Am I reminiscing "
"Yeaah ... I was definitely knocked out .Is this what they call the coma ? Is the referee still counting"
"No rivers though ...no one waving ,so I should be alive at least "
"It's not like I wanted to win that bad." he crouched " And that oldman was just coming out of retirement. It's a good deed, help the elderly" said while drawing in the sand with his finger.
With a newfound resolve he stood up, almost too fast to adapt
"Let's discover this place, so I can have a better idea about my next house."
"No point crying over spilled milk. "
'Real gentleman tactic's book - Rule 1 : loot first, think later'
First things first, he did what any honest man would do ,he searched his pockets while humming. "Man ,I love beaches"
Wearing shorts ,he didn't expect to find mu...
He found a map ,and an opened rice cracker's pack
"Is this really a kid? Am i not just short .Maybe an old man ...Talking about it ,I do feel a little back pain "
"Am I foreseeing my future... where are my grandkids? was I exiled because of the KO?"
(Bold of you assuming you have them)
'What was that?'
(The wind)
The thought vanished quickly after unfolding the map
"It looks like it has too many beaches ,way too many beaches" he muttered, tracing a finger over a long, uneven winding strip of land that seemed to bisect the entire world, the map contained many marks
"Is this pirates of the caribbean. This does look a little a familiar but not really..."
A sudden rustle from the nearby bushes cut through his train of thought.
"This is turning to a horror movie real quick " turning his head
On high alert, he stared at the spot where the sound had come from ,what seemed like a little blue strand of hair was popping out of the bushes
"Ey! Whoever is back there! Show yourself. Now."
He squinted, as instinct took over. He didn't shout. He didn't threaten. He used the voice he reserved for the shower when a suspicious drip threatened in the wrong time ,coupled with the immediate need to identify the threat without provoking it or getting shampoo in his eyes.
A crucial dilemma indeed
Sounds intensified ,indicating movement
"Hey, that's not what we agreed on"
Two small figures walked out ,one holding another tightly. The toddler was clueless, the older frightened, highly likely that they watched his earlier 'energetic' display
"Huh"
"I never thought that would actually work ." In awe, as if he witnessed something impossible happen. History was made
"Yup ... it's a dream"
'It can't be that easy'
"I'm lucid dreaming , I shouldn't get too excited"
Looking at the figure up close ,they seemed like kids , covered in dirt, looking like they escaped a mess ,the older child with blue hair , was holding a younger child with short, messy ginger hair. They both stared at him .
"Ginger...Great . It's a nightmare."