Adventure Fantasy Piece

A Story by Flint Mitchel

Some old writing I have lying around. I'm curious which of my past concepts have the most potential interest for a full novel.

My first memory was seeing the sun for the first time as the flower pod opened around me. Light flooded what was once my cocoon and I closed my eyes to keep from the sheer power of the sunlight. Thoughts invaded my mind, forced their way into my heart. I had knowledge of the plants in the forest, the trees that shot into the sky, every flora and fauna was now a part of me, and I was a part of it all.

The air was warm and damp, comfortable to be in despite my lack of clothing. Clothing? How do I even know what that is? It was as if all the basic knowledge that was necessary to exist on the surface of the planet was at my fingertips. Soon, I realized that everyone and everything that had ever died in these woods had left residual memories within the system of roots that connected everything, and it was all feeding into me.

I squinted my eyes open enough to see my skin for the first time. It wasn't quite like human skin. My skin had a, barely noticeable, green tint to it that was currently drinking in the sun. My arms and legs were growing more powerful as the muscles bathed in the rays from above. Eyes fully open, I looked down to see my stomach still attached to the bud that I was grown in by several thick vines. The vines were what was feeding me knowledge from the network.

The vines fell limp when I stood, their purpose expired. I stepped out of the bud and onto the soil of the forest floor, my roots extending from my feet to feed off the nutrients in the ground. I couldn't help but run my hands over my skin. It was smooth, like a child's skin, untouched by the elements.

I was born with a purpose. Like all of my species I was frail, delicate, but had great magical power running through my veins. The power wasn't mine though, it was nature's itself. I was born to protect and rebuild nature, to resist the darkness that tore through the planet. The darkness was winning. I knew it instinctively. It didn't matter what I did on the surface of the planet, it wouldn't help. I was born to serve a losing cause, my life forfeit. I couldn't be a part of that.

A little girl had died here, she had hopes and dreams about the future. I craved what she craved in her dying moments. I wanted to explore, to love, to live. I didn't want to die fighting a losing war of attrition, I wanted to have a life, to see the floating islands and continents above. I was just born, but already possessed a beautiful female form capable of blending with humanity. I could do this.