Henry dropped the snake to the ground and screamed, his mind still reeling from the feel of touching it. He wiped his hand frantically. When he looked back down, he was shocked. Those purple flowers that glowed last night had entangled the snake the moment it touched a petal. More flowers started blooming over the snake, and it began to turn into purple dust. As more flowers bloomed, the snake was completely turned to dust, and new flowers grew from where it had been. The flowers absorbed the dust almost instantly. This must be why there weren't any animals here—this small pasture was probably warding them away. Recalling how many times he had come in contact with the flowers, he figured it had something to do with him being practically an alien in this world. But he still remained cautious. Anyway, he was relieved animals were staying away from this place. As he calmed down, he closed his eyes and pointed in a random direction. "That's where I'll go," he said, moving forward.
He took some of the flowers with him after seeing that they didn't have any effect on him at all. Walking slowly, he made a rough sketch of the area. The map wasn't pretty, but it made sense to its creator. The vicinity near the cave seemed safe for about a few meters, but Henry ventured deeper, which led to his current situation. It didn't take long for him to encounter something crazy. But this time, he didn't run away. No, he stood his ground.
"Man, I wish I had some popcorn right now," he said, crouching by some shrubs and peeking at an eye-catching scene. There was no way anyone wouldn't want to look. A chicken—yes, a chicken—in the forest. How there were chickens here, no one cared, but what the chicken was doing caught Henry's eye. "Woaaah haha," he remarked. The chicken was fighting a pack of green wolves and winning. Though greatly outnumbered, the chicken was outmaneuvering them. It did a flip and, while mid-air, crowed with great force—almost fearsome if it wasn't a chicken. The sound wave from its beak blasted two wolves in front of it, knocking them to the ground with a loud thud. The chicken landed and dashed forward, too fast for Henry's eyes to follow, moving through the pack. The wolves acted in unison, each wolf generating electricity and covering their bodies with it so that if the chicken came in contact with them, it would be shocked. But that wasn't all—the electricity spread, the gaps between each of the wolves being covered by electricity, slowly giving the chicken little room to move. It was now stuck, encircled by a field of electricity, and it couldn't jump because the area above was covered too. The wolves moved closer as the field shrunk faster. Henry gasped at this turn of events, but the chicken wasn't done. Its eyes showed no hint of giving up as it flapped its wings, its feathers seemed to be falling off as it did so, spreading all over the place.
*Bokbokbokbokok!* The chicken crowed, and out of nowhere, it seemed to have vanished. The wolves stopped their approach, confused. The electricity faded, and all that was left were feathers falling down. With the electricity dissipated, the feathers stopped falling, and those on the ground pointed upwards. They moved in a fury, creating a whirlwind, cutting up anything they came in contact with. The wolves let their guard down. The leader howled, stomping the ground. Its fur turned greyish, and the feathers bounced off from its body, but the others were too late. After a while, the chicken revealed itself from where it had been enclosed before. It had turned itself invisible while it used an area-of-effect attack. There were now few wolves left, and the leader stood facing the chicken, its expression filled with rage. It growled at the chicken as vines emerged from beneath it, encasing it in a sphere. The leading wolf called the others, and they quickly ran away, retreating. The chicken sliced the vines confining it. The slash it made with its wing not only cut through the vine but reached the trees where Henry was hiding. He was lucky it didn't hurt him. The tree fell, scaring Henry out of the shrubs he hid in. The chicken didn't hear him though, as it shortly after came out of the sphere of vines confining it.
"That one tough chicken," Henry remarked. The chicken proceeded to eat the wolves it had killed, and while it was eating, Henry silently ran away now that the fight was finished. He wished he had recorded this moment on his phone—the one he took with him. "Next time I'll bring my GoPro," he said to himself. As he ran, he could faintly hear something—something he was searching for. He stopped for a moment to listen more intently, and his watch vibrated. "I should head back," he said, turning off the timer. He checked his map in order to make his way back home. As he checked it, he quickly drew the place he was in and which direction it was, marking it. Since from here he could hear the flow of water, this was indeed good news. And so, Henry made his way back to the cave, retracing his steps.
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Suddenly out of nowhere while Henry went camping he fell through dark hole on the ground, as he tries to figure out what happened he finds himself in a forest full of fantasy-like creatures
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