Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

As they peak into the forest thats adjacent to the meadow, Elijah eyes swiftly take in the beauty of the forest. Patches of the suns rays creep in through the canopy and pounce along the forest floor. The symphony of singing birds causes his ears to swivel in all directions as he just takes in the tranquility of the current moment. 

The now is so different from the then. What did that thing do to me? Where did he take me? He allows himself to wonder.
He almost wants to tell the tail of the story prior to arriving to these peaceful lands. Yet, he doesn’t, rather he keeps silent as leaves and grass crunch beneath his paws. He continues to move forward. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty fuckin’ weird.” He comments back. “My damn head hurts.” 

Then the hiss of a small stream catches his attention. Sighing in a form of rejoice, he makes his way towards it. Elijah’s head dips down to drink from the clear liquid but catches his reflection first. Brows furrow, “What..?” He whispers. “That scar, I didn’t have it before.” Then a newfound anger rises up within him. That thing, marked him.