Silas was alone in his room, his laptop perched on his legs, and his headset in his ear. He had just graduated high school this past spring, and nothing had really changed. His life revolved around fantasy, and no matter how many times he was told to do so, he could never just live his life in the here and now. He was currently playing a game online, "something about magic or something and another" his mother would call it. 'More than anything' He would tell himself, 'Why can't my life be like one of these games.' But he woke up the next day, to his mother still nagging him to get a job, his father telling him how disappointed he was, and Silas would start it all over again. Silas wasn't exactly unattractive, but he wasn't remarkable in any other way either. He was one of those people that if your eyes past over him in a sea of faces, you would never remember he was there. His brown eyes and brown hair were common, and his lanky frame and pale complexion was the same as any of the geeks that populated the world. Then one morning, everything changed. His life was turned on it's head and nothing would ever be the same.
Silas yawned warily and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "I feel like I've been asleep forever." He complained to himself, which happened frequently. Maybe not the complaining, but the talking in general. He reached for his glasses before he even opened his eyes, not quite awake enough to realize he wasn't even sitting on a mattress, nor was he awake enough to realize that he could feel the breeze against his skin. He was just worried about getting back on his game, getting lost once again in the fantasy and the mediocrity that had become his life. No his first clue that something was wrong was when he reached over for his glasses, and his hand touched not a night table, but grass. Real life grass. His eyes snapped open and he looked around. Once again there were many things he failed to notice, such as how he could see without his glasses, or how the trees looked like ones he had seen in his games but never in real life. No, Silas's mind was still trying to wrap around the fact that he had woken up, in the middle of nowhere. If one were to look around, they would see an extensive plain, bordered to one side by a forest, and to another by what looked like an old style village. There wasn't a concrete building in sight!
Once he had finally acclimated to the fact that he was no longer in his room. He started to actually look around. He noticed that the air was cleaner then he was used to, something noone ever notices until they are exposed to said clean air..., he noticed the town and that the buildings were indeed not made of concrete, and then he noticed that his glasses weren't on. He blinked rapidly at that last statement, bringing his hands up to his face and feeling around. His glasses were gone, and he could see! He wanted to sing, and jump with joy. Once that last thought crossed his mind, he was oblivious to everything else going on around him, like the fact that there was movement at the edge of the forest, that if he were to have seen he would have sworn was an elf, or that he wasn't entirely alone anymore. He laid back down and sighed to himself, "This is a great dream. I wonder what I can do!" He said out loud, standing up, ready to test his limits in this dream world.