I woke up. There was no noise. The ground beneath me was soft and spongy and smelled earthy like decaying leaves. I was facing the sky, my vision was blurry but I could see it was early morning, and the sun had not yet risen. I turned my face to the side, this was not normal. Where was my bed and my blanket and my pillow? I tried to recall how I got here, but nothing came to mind. I was outside, the ground was wet from a light mist that was falling from the clouds above and was almost entirely coated in green and grey-blue moses with redwood trees scattered every two or three yards. A couple bushes sprouted up here and there, and erupting from the ground were massive jagged stones that looked almost ancient. I was laying in the middle of a circular clearing that went on, a few yards in each direction. If I didn’t feel so off, It might have even been majestic looking, like something out of a story book. I lifted my pail hand to my face to wipe off my sleep. I tried to stand, but the rest of my body was limp. My head was still groggy with that night’s dreams and thoughts, so I was not alarmed when I looked to my legs. I suddenly snapped back to reality. Legs, where where my legs? In place of my trusty kickers, laid in the moss wher four brown hairy flesh sticks with hooves on the ends. I screamed flailing my limbs franticly. I tried to pull myself away with my hands but my new attachments drug in my wake. It wasn't just my legs that had been replaced, from my belly button down was all a reddish brown coat of thin fur. Gathered at the base of my little tail was a tribe of white oval shaped spots. I reached up to feel my head and my hand touched horns. I let out a little yelp and felt around some more. Not horns, antlers. A small rack of deer like antlers had sprouted from my skull and parted my short brown hair. The palms of my hands began to sweat, my fingers trembled, and my pulse thumped in my chest like a herd of buffalo charging in a grate mass. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I struggled to stand at first, then my back legs popped up and my front legs followed suit. I reached out to a tree to stabilize myself. I wiped my other hand on my faded green tunic. It was ratty and worn out and had a few holes toward the bottom and around the neck. A small metallic jingle came from around my neck. It was a silver dog tag. The words where very small and hard to make out. It said:
ID code: L08U1E
“L08U1E” I repeated under my breath. “Louie, hm, I like that.”
I jumped when I heard a rustle in a nearby bush, then saw a flash next to one of the stones. I turned to face whatever had caused the rucace but nothing was there. A snorting sound was produced as a set of nubbed brown-grey antlers and a pair of silver eyes blinked at me as they peeked out from behind the enormous boulder. At least I think they were looking at me, it was hard to tell through a thick wall of orange-red hair covering it's forehead and browline. It stepped out from behind the rock. It was a girl, but not a girl. Her mouth was in a straight line, her jaw locked in place. She had the same deer like structure as I. My back legs quivered and I took a half a step back. She lifted her keratin of hair and stared at me. Her eyes were like an old sidewalk, cracked and rough with little patches of green grass flecked around her pupils. Her mouth started to form words, but stopped as if she had simply lost interest.
I blinked realizing that I had been standing there staring with my mouth propped open for the world to see. She dropped her hair and took three fast steps in my direction. In response, I hoped backwards and I felt my ears flick as they hit back on my cheeks.
“What are you?” She demanded loudly
“Same as you I suppose,” I continued to back up and she inched closer.
“How long have you been here?” She asked in the same manner as before.
“Well I sort of just woke up here, a little bit ago… and,” I gestured to my new appendages, “I had all this.”
She reached forward and snatched my Necklace.
“Hey!” I yelped but did nothing to stop her. She paid me no mind as she examined it. Her dashing eyes paused and she held up a similar dog tag. Hers read:
ID #: 3EC5H0
“Your tag,” she started. “It looks similar to mine. What do you call yourself?”
“Louie,” I replied, sizing her up. She was shorter than I so I had to tilt my head to meet her gaze. The girl had pale skin and freckles across her nose. Her arms were folded across her faded green tunic, same one as mine. She nodded making her hair flop. She had a very faint Scottish accent but I managed to identify it. I read her tag. It did look the same, just with different information. I then noticed the initials G.F. but dismissed it as a minor detail.
“Echo,” I said suddenly after letting the tag plink back to her chest. She looked as if she was about to drop a nuclear sass bomb on me as she raised her eyebrow.
“Echo,” I repeated. “That's your name”
OH MY GOSH SORRY THAT'S AN ABSOLUTE TON OF TEXT!!