I was stuck like that for what seemed to be ages. Days flowed by like a gentle creek. The woods around me grew thicker, an area time long forgot about. There were moments I slept, never truly knowing how long I had been asleep. I remembered the days of being an adventurer, the days of Oscar and Raina, how if I had truly looked at the situation that I would have seen their evil motives. My brain began to get more and more active as time went by though, thoughts, dreams, nightmares, I found myself trying to wake up. To move again. I started small. I tried to determine if I could move anything, then focus heavily on it. With each attempt I could feel myself getting closer to my goal. Finally, one day, after working on moving for so long I managed to roll on my bottom. The sight before me was completely changed from the old battleground I had died on. The path back to town was completely overgrown, at the bottom of my body which was a pumpkin, sat the remains of my old armor and clothes. The skeletons of Oscar and Raina were still nearby as well. Oscar was propped up against a tree nearby. The sword that fell him was lodged into his shoulder and the tree that he rested on. Raina's headless corpse rested right in front of me; the royal blues and purples of her mages robes long faded from the many years of exposure. Her bronze arm bangles, once her pride, now green with age. I tried to move even more but immediately fell into a deep slumber. Time passed again, as I grew used to my new surroundings. Animals crossed my path plenty but paid me no mind. Some would get close enough to give a cautious sniff but would turn tail pretty quickly after that. I noticed that humans seemingly never happened towards this way. As time passed, the bodies of my former companions crumbled away, I had watched generations of animals live around me. My point of view had changed, as if I had grown larger, taller. It had been a while since I had tried to move around. I struggled against what felt like muscle fatigue. I pushed hard against the unwillingness of my own body. I could hear what sounded like branch's snapping. I could feel the brush and dirt move around me as I creaked to what wear my feet. I looked down to see large brown stalks akin to pumpkin stems. My hands green, leathery and hard. I stumbled with my first few steps. I coughed several clouds of dirt and dust from my now functioning lungs. I stumbled past Raina's rag pile and over to the remains of the sword in the tree. I gripped the hilt and pulled the rusted blade free. The tree groaned as the sword came free. Its blade bent, chipped heavily in places. I turned around and looked at my surroundings. What was once a field on the edge of the wood was now fully in the woods. The remnants of the battle fought so long barely even noticeable anymore. I stumbled along the barely visible path towards what I remember as a village. Nothing was the same though. Everything had been claimed by the woods. I could hear birds chirping as I struggled down the path. After a few hours I came across what was left of the village. Broken gates, signs of battles waged time and time again. Deep claw marks were carved into the heavy wooden wall. Vines growing on the fortifications of the village, its once strong wooden gate lay in rotten splinters on the ground. Blood stained several of the areas near the front gate. I stumbled past the sight and into the village. Small in its time, the village had about three hundred people living in town beyond the gates. I stumbled past the once amazing stone fountain, its glory long since faded. Pieces of its large holding bowl were in its basin. cracks formed along the bottom of it. The once grand adventurer's guild showed the heaviest signs of fighting. Thick dried pools of blood stained the rough floorboards. Broken tables and benches were flung around the large, dark room. The once busy desk sat empty, void of the smiling beauty who had checked us in here when we had arrived. I stumbled up the stairs, towards the lodging rooms. Whatever had happened here happened shortly after we had left the village to deal with the Dulhan. The stairs had a single body on it. The long silk like robes clung to the mummified frame.
"She didn't make it out after all." I groaned out of my barely working vocal cords.
I made it past the guild masters chambers, the doors smashed in. The light from the window in the hall illuminated the remains of the once great B rank GuildMaster Jacobs. His great shield lay as a folded and rusted chunk of metal at his armored feet. The chest of his armor looked like it had been forcibly torn open and his innards ripped out. His mummified face twisted in horror. I sighed and pushed passed the room to where my party would have stayed. The door to the room was kicked open but nothing inside was bothered. I looked at the rotting dresser in the corner. Opening the doors the smell of mildew and mold hit my nose. I grabbed the moth chewed cloak and ancient leather bag that was barely hanging by a thread on its shoulder strap. I wrapped the cloak around my head and began to walk out of the guild. I wondered about what had taken place here, why the village fell. I wondered if I would ever find out.