Jun'Tal woke to the sound of leaves moving above him. For several seconds, he remained completely still while trying to understand why the ceiling of his bedroom had been replaced by overlapping branches and patches of pale sky.
The air was cold enough that he could feel it against his face, while the ground beneath him was covered by a thick layer of dry leaves and soft moss that made it immediately obvious he was nowhere near his home.
He sat up quickly and looked around.
Trees surrounded him in every direction, some tall enough that their upper branches disappeared into the canopy, while beyond them he could hear the distant sound of waves striking against rocks.
There were no houses, roads, vehicles, or signs of another person anywhere nearby, and the last thing Jun'Tal remembered clearly was being somewhere close to his town before everything around him had suddenly become confusing.
