The waved kicked up on the sandy beach. Almost know one knew the danger of the night, all but a single elf laying unconscious on the shore. His blue shirt and black shorts where all ripped up, making them look very old. His brown messy hair was matted to his head by the water. His his right hand was an iron sword, this sword saved the elf many time. And then he woke up with a shout. He instantly sat up and panted. He looked around at the island and remembered last night. "Where am I" He said to himself. He got onto his feet and noticed his shoes where missing, might as well be. He would not need them with the soft ground of the island. He then started walking towards the forest to start his adventure.