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Adventures Of Oakheart, Issue #001

May 28, 2013 in Adventures Of Oakheart Tags:

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Issue #001 – – – – – controlled by Wayne Gildroy – – – – – Credits 96

Oakheart was in darkness.

Not darkness of sight, though there was that too, but darkness of the soul.

How long he had been in this state he had no idea.  Perhaps a very long time. Perhaps no time at all.

There was no world around him that he could detect.  Just a comforting warmth and the sensation of weightlessness.  It would be easy to sink back into it again.  Very easy.

But Oakheart was aware now.  He was aware of two things; this was not normal, and this was not how things were supposed to be.

Oakheart had vague memories of some emergency.  Something he had been involved in.  Something important.  But he could not focus his mind on that.  He could not put the pieces together.  There was something wrong with his mind – with the way his memories fit together.  He couldn’t make much sense of it at all.

He could remember who he was.  Sort of.  A superhero? Of sorts.  A defender of the natural world?  On occasion.  He had done good in his time, though the particular events where he had done so would not form as anything more than hazy recollections.  Like dreams.

“Enough,” he said.  And in doing so he let some light filter into his consciousness.  Light?  So the world was still there!

Oakheart was not perfect.  He lacked many things.  But courage was not one of them.  Without pausing to consider what he might see he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

“Well,” he rumbled ominously.  “I wasn’t expecting this.”

Oakheart was in the city park.  Well, he thought it was the city park.  His memory wasn’t supplying much information but that which it did, rationed in strange and unsettling ways, supplied both the name and a vague feeling of homeliness.  But even though Oakheart may have found this place comforting, there were two key elements that did not seem to fit.

First, that the city around him was so dark.  The architecture of those towering skyscrapers was bleak and severe, peaks thrusting up to points, menacing colours dominating the landscape. The black smog that hung in the air.  The long shadows that lurked at the edge of the occasional circles of forlorn light cast by the streetlamps.  He was fairly sure the city was not supposed to look like this.  It seemed very, very wrong.

The second thing that felt utterly out of place were his legs. Or rather, his lack of legs.  Oakheart was fairly sure that he had been able to walk around before.  Now, like every other tree in the city park, his upper branches gave way to a solid-looking trunk which was firmly rooted in the ground.

Not given to extremes of invective, particularly not in conversation with himself, Oakheart expressed his profound puzzlement quite simply: “Hmmmm.  Not good.”


3 Responses to “Adventures Of Oakheart, Issue #001”

  1. Wayne Gildroy Says:

    Oakheart remembers that two of his upper limbs functioned as “arms.” He tries to get them to function as such. If so, he uses them to dig through the soil at his base to try to “free” his “root legs.” If that doesn’t work, he invokes his Huge size to grow to such a degree to loosen the ground that is constraining him to free his “root legs” to be able to move.

  2. False Bill Says:

    I must admit I don’t envy you that starting place Wayne.

    Still I’m sure Oakheart will rise to the challence and save City Park from the Dark Smog.

  3. Fraser Machin Says:

    could be worse, you could be being battered by a Granite Monster!!

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