Island Of Games

## Prolouge

Two people, a girl and a boy, awoke on an unknown island. The wind rustled at their clothes, and the beach lapped at their feet. The salty waves awoke the girl first, who groggily got up and rubbed her head. Confusing, and odd to her, she struggled to her trembling feet. "W-Where am I? What was my name again?" The girl whispered, looking at a nearby jungle. The boy awoke, shaking sand out of his fuzzy, short hair.

"Who are you!?" He immidiately screamed, scrambling back in the sunbaked sand. They both were wearing normal clothes, that were soaked and sand-covered, which made her stare at him a moment with blank eyes. "I don't know, what about you?" She grumbled rather slowly and confusedly, before collapsing in the sand again. Fainted. He bit his lip, scrambling over.

He shook her, then sighed, picking her up. They were alone, and stranded on an island, and didn't remember who they were. The young man walked for about ten minutes, slowly and struggling, and finally made it to the nearby jungle. He layed her against a tree, rubbing his hands together at the bananas that vibrantly grew above. Whereever they were, they needed food, even if it was bananas.

Like a predator ambushing his prey, he charged at the tree and bear-hugged it. He was a normal, skinny teen, and this was hard and it scratched at his already weakened limbs. It rattled as he struggled up, and it felt like thorns on his feet and hands. He finally reached the top, and the girl awoke drowsily, face pink with sunburn and weakness. She looked up at him as he dropped down a bunch of bananas, not noticing her being there.

"Ouch! Yow!" She gasped every time one hit her head, rubbing it when he was done. He looked down, cringing as he saw her awake. "Aye... Aheh..." He nervously grumbled. She knew the situation they were in, and calmed down. "Thanks for the food. I'm guessing you don't remember your name, either?" She questioned. He nodded, and he slowly, painfully began making his way down.

"Then I'll call myself..." She muttered. No modern names were able to be remembered, then she looked at the clouds. "Cloud." She decided, somewhat at least thinking, last she remembered, that was a word. "Alright. I'm... Palm." He shrugged.

## Chapter 1- Game Master

"I'm off to gather food." Cloud called, strutting off. The sand was warm under Palm's feet, who was making a campfire. He noticed a shadow, looking over him, and looked up. His throat stung with a loud shriek. Above him was a massive creature, unbelievably high, and it stared at him.

He began backing up. Cloud arrived, having not had any time to find food before he had shrieked. Her eyes widened, grabbing the nearest stick and flinging it at the greenish-blue, algae-covered beast. It merely made a loud roar, beginning to chase them.

"Run!" Palm screeched, and they began fleeing. The sun beated on them as the beast was as fast as them, almost faster. The young man's eyes widened as he tripped over a good-sized rock, head landing suddenly on a juvenile tree. He had fainted, and Cloud stopped, ran over, and crouched. The beast was catching up. She, not the strongest of girls, breathed and heaved him up in her arms, barely able to carry him but enough to get a slightly dragged carrying. She saw a cave, her only hope.

Her arms and legs were scraped badly as she leapt into the cave, elbows and knees scratching hard to skid in a halt on the scratchy ground. They bled a little, but only enough to make a toddler whimper. She gasped for breath, feet feeling like magnets to the ground. The beast had created a path through the trees, and was thrashing about outside.

Suddenly, it went quiet. Palm had awoken, and looked at her. He remembered what was happening, then heard the monster screech and go quiet. They both poked their heads outside. There was a small man, half the size of Cloud. He had normal skin and a slightly chubby face, and slightly furred elf-ears. He wore a long purple robe, lots of jewlery and had long, long white hair, that almost dragged on the ground.

Behind him was the beast, dead. They both were awe-struck, and almost afraid, of this man. He looked at them. "Hello, Cloud, Palm. Some would call me, on this island, *Game Master.*" He chuckled loudly. Palm strutted up to him. "Did you put us on this island?" He picked up the little man by the collar of his magenta robe.

"Oh, dear, put me down." Game Master laughed, teleporting out of Palm's grip. "And I'd like to mention..." Game Master's eyes went a little weird. "Your real names, are Amy and Patrick." He quickly told. "How could I not remember!" Palm gasped, forgetting his anger.

"I'm the Amy one, Righttt...?" Cloud giggled nervously. "I'm Patrick, weirdo. Yes, You're Amy!" Palm, Apparently Patrick, elbowed her in a bit of eye-rolling type ridiculousness. "Right." Amy rubbed the back of her head, cheeks a bit pink from embarrassment. Game Master grinned at them. "So, You brang us here?" Amy questioned a bit confused. "Yes, Children. I chose you two, out of the whole world, do do this. If you win, you get everything you could wish for. Dying isn't possible, you faint. If you loose, you return to your world, and don't get your memory back." Game Master concluded to them.

"Seriously!?" Patrick shouted at the small man. Amy nudged Patrick a bit with her elbow calmly. "We can't die, Patrick. Don't worry." She told him quickly. "So how do we say, win?" She bent down to the little purple-robed man. "Ah, good question. There's many'a puzzle and boss, and if you beat all of them, you win." The man told her with an aggravating grin.

Patrick furrowed his thick eyebrows, rolling his eyes and grabbing Amy by the arm and pulling her. "Where are we going!?" She scoffed, being slightly dragged. "To camp. We're making weapons." Patrick growled under his breath, and she pulled out of his grip. "Well I can walk, you know." Amy dusted herself off, staring angrily at Patrick, who smugly continued walking.

"Gather flint and sticks, and possibly vines." Amy told him as she began thinking of weapon-types. Patrick nodded and walked off into the depths of the jungle, and in about thirty minutes returned with his arms full of the asked materials. "Thanks." Amy smiled at him, picking out the best two sticks.

She carved them for awhile to be sturdy and smooth. "Heck, quit taking forever. We can't be here fore- Well, we can, I guess." Patrick grumbled. "Go get food!" She commanded him as she set down one of the sticks and began using a flint to smooth this one out.

Patrick returned with food every once and awhile. She finally grabbed the vines, and the best two sharp rocks, and attached them with it. He returned just in time. "Spears? Jeez, how do you use these?" Patrick grumbled, flinging it around. "Hey! I need to work on it more! Make an axe. Get sap. Get wood, make bowls. Be useful or something!" Amy spat at him, attaching a smaller flint to an un-conditioned stick and hacking at a tree. She wasn't strong and these were thick trees. Patrick stole the axe and did it himself by force.

## Chapter 2- Camp Renovations

"Today, Patrick, We're gonna work onn... Camp!" Amy shouted in Patrick's face, who scoffed. "Why'd we need to? Some monster's gonna tear it up, and otherwise there's no spiders." He grumbled, as he dropped the logs from the trees he'd been cutting for space and wood. "I'm gonna give us a week to get weapons, armor, and make good camp and medicine. Then I'll force us to go fight that whatever." Amy stole a log and began making wooden armor. "Fine." He walked off to get vines and sap.

He returned, seeing two neat hammocks that were just a bunch of tightly, well-woven vines in a stretchy mat hanging between two trees. "Neat hammocks." He grumbled, seeing her finishing a chestplate by smoothing it with a flint. *Who knew this red-head could be so efficient.* His thoughts trailed off as she glared at him. "Get food. Make crates." Amy ordered him like she was his boss.

In two days, from working morning 'till late night, they had a good camp with a pile of crates holding food. Amy had begun working on fences, and Patrick had made a fishing pole out of vines, a stick and for bait a half an apple. Inefficient bait, but they weren't rocking the materials.

Amy hoed into the ground, planting whatever seeds she could find on the rather fruitful island. Melons, Barley, Carrots, Berry bushes... Anything. He heard her gasp, running over and rolling his eyes. She had found silk-worms. "These are more helpful than you think, Patrick! Besides, I don't think any normal island has silkworms, or at the least ones like these!" She gasped. There were hundreds of them, making more silk than most normal silkworms.

"Your point in using 'em?" He grumbled. "String! String is so much more helpful. We could make a tree-house." Amy grinned. "Fine." Patrick grumbled as she tore a few off and planted them in the trees nearer to their camp. Amy, for hours on end, weaved them, and weaved them like her life depended on it. She made a foot-long of rope. Silky smooth, thin rope.

Amy glared at the barley growing. "The plants are growing faster than normal plants. This is a neat island. It's only been a day, and their full-grown." She scratched her head. "Super-seeds. Go harvest them and find animals." He grumbled. She picked it and wandered off.

She returned with many animals following her for the food. Oddly fearless, as two chickens and two cows followed her and she stuck them in the fence.

"Good job. Now, who's gonna kill 'em after they breed?" Patrick laughed, making Amy's eye twitch. "You will." She grinned. He glared at her. "It's the man's job after all, right? Or are you a little girl?" Amy nagged. "Ch." Patrick stood to his feet and grabbed his axe, wandering off.

For the week, they just harvested, carved, worked, and repeated. Soon, the week was over, and their camp was done. "Yayyy!" Amy twirled a little, running into a little man. "Game master!" She gasped. "You say you're ready?" He grinned madly.

*This Is A WIP, Sorry.*