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I felt an enormous headache that made me get up from the wet sand. I was lying face down in an uncomfortable position. As I moved to bring my hands to my head due to the pain, I noticed that my body ached at incomprehensible levels, something I had never experienced in my life in that way. Groaning, I tried to sit up to get my bearings and lean on something. I felt too tired and couldn't remember anything. I felt a huge emptiness in my mind when trying to remember how I got there, thus increasing my headache.
I ran my hands over my face, noticing small cuts and even my lip slightly split. Whatever had happened to me was not something minor. Then, I looked at my hands and arms; I had a deep scratch on my left arm, but I was relieved (I think) to notice that it wasn't bleeding. I had small bruises in some places on my arms, and it hurt to move them.
Looking around, I noticed pieces of wood on the ground and traces of footprints, which I assumed were mine. "I don't want to get up", I thought at the moment when a small curiosity wanted to look at the boat, "maybe I can escape here".
Carefully, I tried to get up, but my legs were very weak and sore, and I almost fell to the ground. Right foot, left foot, I told myself slowly to stay calm and not fall. Little by little, I reached the boat, in the process wetting my feet with the sea water, with a small hope of finding something that could help me.
When I got there, I pressed my hands against the wooden boat, slowly peeking my head to find that it had a hole in one part of the boat. I felt a small thump in my heart; I was scared. I didn't know how I had gotten there, let alone who I was. My whole body hurt, wanting to rest, but first, I had to organize my mind, even if it cost me, to do something; at least find a place to lie down without any danger that put me at too great a risk.
With this idea in mind, I began to retreat towards the forest behind me. This would be too great a survival challenge. After many stumbles, tears, and breaks, I had managed to reach a cave. I felt scared at the thought that something might be there, but behind me, the sun was setting, and the darkness was not an acceptable companion for me either.
So I ventured in, slowly but with a little energy in case I needed it to escape. My body hurt, but I looked securely yet fearfully at the cave; it was small, but there was no trace that any animal slept there, not even a trace of any dragon.
I crouched down slowly, then put my hands in front of me on the ground and stayed in that position for a while until I crawled to the corner of the cave and tried to rest. Apparently, my body was tired, but not my mind. I wanted to know how I got there, what or who caused that in my body, and, most importantly, who I was.
I was afraid to know that I could die alone; I had the feeling, a fear that everything would end badly. Little by little, I began to sing a melody that felt like it came from my heart, soothing my mind until I felt I could rest, I could relax. After a while, I fell asleep.
The sun rose and set every day, and I adapted to the place. Soon after, my body didn't feel so tired, so I decided to explore the island a bit as far as I felt I could adapt. I discovered that there were no dragons or animals in that place, only bushes with small fruits of a vivid color, similar to dried blood. Gradually, I continued discovering that there were birds, and the trees were too dense, a place where they could rest.
Every day, I walked around the island, trying to discover something (even if it sounded useless) that would help me get out of there. As I walked it, I discovered that the place wasn't so big, but it was pleasant. I could sit on the edge of the evil to watch a sunset or the freshness of the sea.
The island became my home. I could sleep anywhere without fear that something would attack me. At first, I slept in my cave, afraid that something would come to attack me, but over time, I discovered that I was my only company, although the cold from the sea and the place made me tremble, I got used to it, though not completely. One of those days, a giant piece of fabric arrived at the island, which I embraced as mine to protect myself from the cold. My clothes gradually became too small, and my body was changing, so over time, I tore a piece of this fabric to cover my lower part with it.
In my cave, I learned to make baskets with tree leaves, where I placed those small fruits. I learned to fish with my hands, to drink water from a well, and even to be agile in the trees. I learned to be myself with my presence, and tranquility accompanied me at all times. Although sometimes the cold increased and the rains were intense, I had my cave, which gave me protection. I had even found others on the top of other hills, but this would always be mine.
This would always be my home.