Scott groaned and rubbed his eyes as he rose out from what he thought was bis bed. he quickly noticed that the surfice under him felt a bit too stiff to be his bed. and the thought of it suddenly made him realize that he didn't remember coming home from school.
"that's weird. I'm pretty sure I was in science class."
as he said that, he finally took the time to stop rubbing his eyes and take a look at the space around him, the sight of which did little to clear things up. instead of his bed, he saw that where he has been laying just a moment ago was instead a bench made of wood, but as he took the sight in, he began to realize that waking up on a bench was the lease of the oddities around him.
"Is that a garden?" He asked the question out, unsure of what else to do.
The bench had been one of four, each one placed under the shade of a white, ornated gazebo. Surrounding said gazebo was a large garden it was like no other garden that Scott had ever seen. For starters, it was almost entirely colorless save for the perfectly cut blocks of bush and flora that had been arranged in the fashion of what appeared to be a spiral. In between the brush, he spotted a lazy river that put through the garden Like a cooling snake. However, even with all of that, what Scott found the most intriguing, if not, somewhat unnerving, we're the large number of deer statues that populated the garden. And populated isn't an exaggeration of the word, because just from where Scott was standing he could see hundreds of them. All of them frozen in various poses, all of them white and all of them facing in one direction.
"What kind of place have I stumbled into? God my parents are going to kill me!" Scott muttered in frustration. But his thoughts were stifled by the thought of the deer statues.
"Could it be on purpose? Are they supposed to be looking at something?" Scott wondered as he finally stepped out from under the gazebo. The air was humid and there was a light fog over the sky as droplets formed at the ends of his dark hair strands.
Scott turned to face in the same direction as the deer. It was unclear what he was looking at at first sight, for anything that could be over the horizon was naturally blocked by a light wall of fog clouds.
"I think I see a sillouhette."
As Scott leaned into his gaze for a better look, a soft wind finally blew in from the Eastern side of where he was facing and like a kind invisible hand, brushed the fog to the side.
"God…Where am I?"
Over the wall of deer and farther beyond where the garden came to an end, laid a mountain. A mountain with a castle resting defiantly atop its peak.