Chapter 1The man groaned, pushing himself up off the ground. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember what had caused him to end up face-down on a forest floor. After a couple seconds, he shook his head. He couldn't even remember his own name, only that this meant something foreboding. He stood up shakily, his body clearly tired from something. He inspected his arms and noticed painful, scabby wounds on his wrists. Looking at his legs revealed similar marks on his ankles.
He looked around. He was on what appeared to be the edge of two forests, both of them seeming unnatural. One cut off sharply, having clearly been cut. There were no smaller trees growing at the edge of the forest, only severed trunks. The other forest was composed of a single species of tree, completely gray except for its dull red leaves that grew only at the top. Some of the youngest gray trees at the edge of the forest had brighter colored leaves, including red and yellow ones.
He took a couple steps and felt something fall off him. He looked down, and realized it was a piece of paper that had been attached to his shirt. What he was wearing was hardly better than torn rags, and the paper seemed in no better condition. In fact, on closer inspection, half of it was missing. The remaining half read as thus:
NAME: Corvander Mirth AGE:
Accused by the court of the c
in the city of Viceburg on th
resisted torture for over thr
be exiled and executed if eveSo was this about him? He thought of the name: Corvander Mirth. It definitely sounded familiar. He would have to assume the paper was about him, then. But did this mean he was a criminal? The paper read of torture and exile and execution. He must have done something serious, but he wasn't sure what that meant he should do. As he pondered this, Corvander heard a noise coming from the gray forest. Looking up, he saw that a pair of figures were approaching. Tall, thin, with pointy ears... elves. High elves. He tried to think of anything else about them as he backed away a couple steps, but could remember nothing more than the simplest facts.
One of the elves spoke. "Stop, human. There have been reports of a body on the edge of the city. Do you not know that this is high elven territory that you are trespassing on?"
The second elf spoke before Corvander could. "Actually, he looks like a prisoner." The two elves reached Corvander, and the second to speak took the paper from his hands. "Yes, this paper is given to all transported criminals in Bergund. Their caravans don't often pass near here, but an exile would cause them to come out of their way. Do you have the other half of this paper, human?"
Corvander shook his head, and the elf searched his clothing. After he was satisfied, he stood up. "No weapons, and no sign of the other half of the paper. We'll have to bring him in and see if he has committed any crimes notable enough to worry us. If not, then his mind has most likely been wiped and he should be free to leave. Come with us, Corvander Mirth."
Corvander silently followed the elves into the gray forest, finding that the trees grew larger the deeper he entered. After a certain point, many of the trees were hollowed out and had elves living and working in them. It was a somber city - most of the elves gave him a quick glance before returning silently to their work. There were more elves above, as the branches of the trees were turned into arched bridges that were crossed to move through the higher levels of the trees. After several levels the branches and windows stopped, and the trees continued rising, gray and featureless, until they reached the dull red canopy.
They reached a certain tree and the two elves escorting Corvander turned to him. "Wait out here," one of them said. "We're going to see if you've managed to make your way onto our records. If we find anything particularly dangerous, you will be executed, but that seems unlikely if the Burgund officials didn't." The two entered the building.
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TIME TO SUBMIT THINGSYeah, I'll just be picking what I think is cool, but popular ideas will have more sway.