By The Gods

Mikhail awakens in the midst of the bamboo grove as he sits up in a startle. He touches his head, patting his body as he knits his brows. 

The last thing he recalled was getting hit on the back of his neck before passing out. He glances around, slowly getting up as he brushes the dirt off his clothes.

The view of bamboos had grow rather familiar in the few times he arrived at said place, but he had never once heard of a place ever having such strange looking trees and warm weather throughout the seasons.

Mikhail walks through the maze of greenery as he tries to locate his mother. If it was a dream, he always manages to find her with just a few steps. However, it has gotten to the point where he could hardly tell whether he was dreaming or wide awake.

The fine line that separated him from reality and dream had long felt non-existent ever since he followed after the writings on the map that he was certain was a play on his mind. He had also begun looki