i was talking about.... Part 1: The Sentence It wasn't fair. At least, it didn't seem fair to him. All he did was cause a city to explode. Nobody liked the city anyway, they were going to demolish it in a few months. He was practically doing the Council a favor. "Get out of your daydreams!" a rough voice yelled. "Time to go to court." The man rolled his eyes at the Guardian but got up from his bed and followed him without trouble. He really didn't feel like being "behaviorally corrected" again. The Guardian led him along a narrow corridor until they came upon a doorway, which was opened and led to an enormous room, with a domed ceiling so high you hurt your neck looking at it and a copper-colored floor so polished the reflections looked real. There was a tall desk with five men sitting behind it, which the Guardian lead the man to. The one sitting in the center fixed his glasses and peered at the person before him. "Nathan Tay, you are accused of causing the explosion that killed thousands and destroyed Welmont City. How do you plead?" Nathan sighed. "Guilty." he said. There was no way he would get out of his punishment, not with the hundreds of witnesses and video footage. The man nodded. "We thought so. We have already conversed about your punishment." he told Nathan. "Because of your crimes, you have been sentenced to 50 days in the vast wilderness to the east, in the uncharted lands of Mincruft. You will be given abilities that aid you but weaknesses that hinder you. If we find that you haven't changed, you will have to stay there." Nathan balked. No one who was sent to Mincruft ever came back. He started to protest, but he found he couldn't. His body was dissolving, being transported by the magic of the Council. His vision darkened until he couldn't see anything. The next thing he saw was a vast ocean, stretching endlessly. He was standing on a sandy shore with no shoes and very basic clothes. A strange black device like a watch was on his wrist, its face showing the number 50. He turned to see a thick forest with trees of every shape and size. The sun was just rising, and he had next to nothing. "Well," he grunted to no one. "Looks like I'll be stuck here awhile." Part 2: The First Day Nathan decided there was nothing to be had on the beach, so he plunged into the forest. The trees made a canopy that let little light to the ground. The air was cool and the grass was soft, but he didn't notice this. He was focused on finding things to help him get out of Mincruft and out of the reach of the Council. He spend quite a long time weaving through the trees. He believed that if he could find a tall mountain or something of that nature, he could figure out where to go. There had to be a town or village or any kind of settlement around there. He soon found a nearly vertical rock wall that shot up above the trees. There were enough foot- and handholds for him to get up, but he cut his arms and legs a few times by brushing up against sharp pieces that came out of the wall. By the time he was at the top, he was tired, scratched, and three hours into his punishment. He sat for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to recover his breath. After that, he stood up and surveyed the area. What he saw almost made him cry. He could see the sun clearly now, so he could find the directions. To the north, and east the forest stretched until the trees blended together into a sea of green. To the east there was the forest he came out of. He could just make out the beach he started out on, yellow white wedged between the green of the leaves and the blue of the ocean. The west showed a few more miles of the forest, then rolling hills with tall mountains barely visible in the distance. There was no sign of another human being anywhere. A snort behind him alerted him to the presence of another living creature. Nathan looked around and saw a pig staring at him, a blank expression on its face. The pig looked at him for a moment more before turning its head and wandering off a little bit. The pig's utter disregard to him angered Nathan greatly. He could make cities explode, that was something to be feared. Didn't this stupid animal sense what he is, what he's done? Obviously not, because the pig refused to give him any more notice, even when Nathan tore up a chunk of dirt and threw it at the animal. "Stupid pig!" he yelled. "I'm going to have you for lunch!" With that, he launched himself at the creature, only to have it sidestep him and cause him to fall off the edge of the chunk of high land he was on. Nathan didn't have time to scream in fright, because he hit a bit of steep ground a few feet underneath the edge and ended up rolling down to the western part of the forest. The tree he hit hurt his back and rattled his teeth, but he wasn't seriously injured. Gripping the tree trunk to help himself up, he looked at the cliff and saw the pig looking over it, the same blank expression on its face. It took every ounce of Nathan's willpower not to climb right back up and beat the pig to death. He stood for a while in the same spot, trying to remember every geography lesson he had barely paid attention to in school. He remembered to the east there was just the ocean, along with a few uninhabited islands that were much to far to swim to. To the west was his own county of Albard, which he certainly didn't want to go to. There was a very old colony to the north. It was very secluded and the weather was terrible, so it was almost impossible to find. It seemed like going south and trying to reach the nation of Relg by catching a ride on one of the various ships that sometimes came to Mincruft's coast to gather resources was his only hope. He turned to the south, brushed the dirt from his clothes, and set off. Nathan walked nearly nonstop for hours, resting only for a few moments to remove a stone from his foot or to get s drink from a shallow pool of water, and was still trapped in the maze of trees. Unknown to him, he had changed directions a few times. Without the sun to guide him, he had actually gone backwards for about an hour while traveling. He had only gotten about fifteen miles south in the space of about four and a half hours. The sun was starting to set, and the little light that was given by the sun through the leaves was rapidly disappearing. Soon it was almost pitch-black. Weariness began to set in, and Nathan tripped constantly. He was just getting up from such a fall when he heard a moan. Nathan stopped halfway through pushing himself up. The forest had been very quiet as he had walked through it. There was a strange lack of birds. The only sounds he heard were the moos of a small herd of cows he passed, the clucking of an unseen chicken, and a bleat of a sheep that watched him from across one of the ponds he drank from. It was strange hearing a noise. He shook his head. He was probably imagining it, longing for a sound that wasn't farm-animal related. He was just starting on his smash-into-a-tree-while-tripping session again when he heard a growl. The sound was too real for his brain to make up. The moan came again and something brushed his back. His scream would have broken the glass of an entire house. He wheeled around, lashing out with his fists. He connected with something stiff and cold. The creature groaned and attacked back. A hand clamped around Nathan's wrist. The now-frantic man beat it off and ran. He went two feet and smacked into a tree, which he proceeded to climb hastily. He clung to one of the higher branches, all of his tiredness gone in an instant. He could hear the creature moaning and growling at the ground, and was soon joined by another. they nudged the tree and hopped up and down. Nathan just held on to the sturdy branch and shook...
MY STORY! There was once a cupcake named Ted, he had pink frosting on his head. A kid saw him, and ate him. THE END.
