Chapter 1: Beginning

He sat up with a start, as though pricked by a needle, bumping his head into the wooden board above.

He paid it no mind as he brought his right arm up, feeling under his ribcage. One pat, then two, then vigorously feeling under his side, until he lifted his tattered shirt, revealing his skinny frame.

Nothing.

How strange, I thought. A dream?

I then examined my hands.

They were small, thin and frail- unfamiliar.

Oh...

I died.

Well, I thought. Happens.

I smiled wryly, the unfairness welling its bitter waters.

A minute later, literally sixty seconds, I stopped brooding. Sixty Second rule and all that.

I surveyed my surroundings. It was a five by six meter room with four bunk beds- At each longer wall, two were placed vertically. All this was visible by the moonlight spilling through the bars of a window between the beds Infront of me. There was also a metallic door, bolted and more, to the far right.

"Hey who're you?"

A whisper to my right caught my attention, and when my gaze landed, several questions surfaced, the first of which I accidentally blurted out.

"What are you?"

He looked to be about 10. He had purple-tinted pale skin and black hair with horns. His eyes were stranger still- ruby-red and feline.

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"Rude, friend. what, never seen a tiefling before?" He asked.

A silhouette seemed to sway behind him.

"Is that a... Tail?"

He gave me a look and said "every questions gets dumber then the last. Let me get the next one- 'what's going on?', right?"

I gave him a blank stare.

"Plonk!" "shhh" he exclaimed, rousing one of the sleepers

He continued in a whisper again "you don't even know that? Where you been livin', some high fancy coattail or somethin'?"

He scrutinized my face and asked, "do you... Really not now what a tieflin' is?"

After a short time he yelled "where in the PLONK-!" "SHUT UP!"

He whispered fervently "where in the plonk you been raised?"

"Not here for sure"

"That's obvious. Names Creed. You?" He sat up, facing me, and offered a hand.

"Nock. Enoch." I took it.

I feel like I'm on a drug trip.