Chasing Spormin

The Beginning

The forest was still, as it usually was. Galen, having needed supplies, so he went out in hopes to gather them from the village. As no one else would do it, nor if they did recognize a plant better than himself. He had known he was a healer since the day he could talk, and instead of dreaming about becoming a guard, or knight he was off examining plants and other such funguses. No for these next few elixirs he would need the exact ingredient, not a substitute nor a copycat. He reached down and picked up some seedlings. "Perfect" He said as he began to slice each root off and place them into his bag. For some a few seedling roots wouldn't put a dent in the weight that they already carried. But not for Galen. Not Galen and the entire village back home. They were tucked far far into the dark woods, where they had found a nice clearing. No animals ever came within their city, unless someone else brought it there. Of course people want to have pets no matter what size or shape. Beatles, Caterpillars, and Ladybugs are childrens pets, some had homing birds that had been domesticated long ago, and others had steeds like a rat or mouse. He personally didn't have any pets, he was far too busy with his work. Suddenly, back in the direction of town, Galen saw a bright white flash, followed by sound that shook the earth. He dropped his staff to the ground, shut his eyes tightly and having heard a blast in his ears as he put his hands over his long ears, folding them downward. The ringing didn't stop, neither did the fear that had welled up inside him. He'd never seen anything like that, thought his eyes were shut, they began to feel heavy. He stumbled under the safety of a brown patch of mushrooms, alike to the one he had atop his head. He fell, tumbling into the middle of the patch, his body refused to move. He felt heavy. Then, right before he became unconscious he had heard a thunder bombing as something massive hit the ground.

When he finally woke up his head was pounding, it felt heavy, like it was being pushed down. "W-What.." He managed to stutter out as he tried to open his eyes. His body was hot, and it only got hotter by the second. He smelled the air. Smoke. 'Someone made a fire.' He thought as he had just begun to open his eyes, only to be blinded by a bright yellow light. His brain did not compute it at first, but once his ears stopped ringing that's when he heard it. A deafeningly loud roar that came from all around him. He stood up on shaky legs, as he tried to take a step he tripped over a mushroom from the pile, sliding down and hitting his head. Once he did, he became fully awake. His eyes shot open as he realized where he was. He was in the dark forest with a fire spreading towards him, coming from the direction of the blast to knock him out in the first place. He jumped up as he grabbed his stalf, pushing the mushrooms aside urgently. Once out of the patch he got a better footing for a split second, only to break out in a sprint. Not even a sprint. The hardest that he managed to run in his life. Galen focused all his power to his legs, shooting him off he put more power into each sprint, but the wind was not in his favor as the fire was quickly blown towards him. His vision clouded, but he just kept running. As he took a staggered step his foot found no ground beneath him. In seconds his head was under water as he held his breath. The current was swift, turning and twisting, sweeping him in and out of the water just enough for him to take a desperate gasping of air. Gripping his staff for dear life his side hit rocks and jabbed by others. FInally, having not been able to take it anymore, letting himself slip into unconsciousness for the second time in a day while the water bored him forward.

When he woke up he was in an unfamiliar place. It seemed he'd washed up on the side of a stream behind what looked to be an impossibly huge home. At least it looked like a home, he wasn't sure whether he should get help or run while he had the chance. The night was dawning upon them as a chill of air blew past Galen, making him shiver. With a hesitant hand he reached over to grab his staff that washed up caught in his cloak. He was lucky he was even alive. Galen took little tentative steps. There was an absolutely massive wooden door in front of him, carved with an intricate design. He forced himself to inch closer. Examining the walls for a possible entrance. With his thin black tail dragging behind him he managed to squeeze himself into a crack in the wall, ducking and taking off his mushroom top to put it horizontal. The inside of the wall was much larger than he'dn expected. It was all dark besides the glowing of his staff and the button on his bag.Though he could tell that around a corner there was a thin beam of light, which meant he'd be out of the wall. His sides were pounding, legs shaking and weak. Though he pressed on slowly. As he turned the corner he could see another crack in the wall, this one a lot larger and more sharpened. He briefly wondered what had happened and why whoever lived there decided not to patch it up. He was grateful that they decided to keep it for the time being, it made for a great entrance and exit. His head hurt but he pressed on slowly. Almost fifteen minutes had passed and had made it to one room over. This room looked very strange. The ground was cold and filled with huge storage units. As he made his way past a weaved basket he heard the loud creak of a door as it was opened by whoever lived in this house. Panicking, Galen used his staff to help him climb into the basket. It would've been better if he wasn't too injured. As he did his bag slipped from his shoulders. Leaning over the side he tried to use the stalf to grab it, but as the door slammed shut he panicked, flinging the bag into the middle of the strange tiled room. Dragging the stalf down with him he ducked into the basket of... mushrooms? It was a basket of assorted mushrooms, each group by species. Galen Slowly made his way as close to what looked like his mushroom top, but the moment that he felt the booming. It sounded the same as the sounds before he'd first passed out. It was strange to describe. The ground shaking, patterned to a rhythm, getting closer and closer by the second. He frozer utop some mushrooms that had been pushed down and lost under the huge tops of the mushrooms. He held his breath as the stomping stopped right by his hiding spot. He covered his mouth to hold in a gasp when there was a loud right outside his hiding place. His eyes were shut tight now, cowering touch trying to force himself to stay still.There was a huff just outside above him. Though unlike his assumption no hand had come to snatch him up. 'The bag' he thought, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.The owner of the home was now kneeling right beside him, someone who broke into his home and then defiled some of the mushrooms by jumping into them. If this person found him, he wasn't too optimistic about his chances.