[Deity's POV]
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" the mutt screams as he starts falling.
"Don't worry, you won't die!" I shout down the hole sarcastically.
"Can't say anything about being hurt, though."
I turn around and start floating toward another island.
"Fucking dumbass," I mutter to myself.
[***** POV]
"AAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhh!" I scream, falling from what seems like thousands of meters.
"Don't worry, you won't die!" I hear that bitch scream.
"I will fucking kill you!" I scream again, still falling.
'If I survive, that is. Even though it said I will surv— Is that land?'
My thoughts cut off. 'I'm gonna crash into land?? I'm gonna di—'
I crash into the rough terrain.
SFX -- THUD
SFX -- CRACK
SFX -- SPLATTER
It hurts.
I can't scream. I can't make a sound. Every part of my body is broken. My arms are twisted. Broken bones puncture and stab my internal organs.
The pain is overwhelming. I start to lose consciousness.
Dying twice in one day? That must be a record.
I try to shift my brain away from the pain as the darkness takes me.
SFX - TWINKLE (Green lights appear on my body, healing me)
1 Hour Later...
"YUS, WU SHEILD," I hear someone say as I start regaining consciousness.
"Thunk af tho manoy, i milo un uts prumo,"
the voice speaks again before being interrupted.
"Whot af hus pewurfill? Hu dad sirvavu o foll ef theisonds ef muturs," another voice argues.
"Wuthaet boung hirmod."
A third voice interjects.
"Wha— what are you saying?" I mumble. I try to sit up straight and open my eyes.
"Shit ip, hus ip. Oct laku wu oru jist tryang te hulp ham," the second voice says, stopping the argument.
"Hulle, con yei huor mu?" one of the men says.
He bends down, placing one hand on my shoulder and the other near his thigh.
'What is he saying? Am I hearing it wrong?
Did my eardrums burst or something?'
I try to get used to the sunlight, blinking rapidly.
"Huy? Yei thuru?" the second man asks. He steps directly between the sunlight and my eyes, finally letting me see their faces.
The one bending near me is a muscular bald man. He is wearing brown pants and a leather strap that covers half his chest. A handle of some sort pokes out from behind his back.
The second man is leaner with long hair and an eyepatch. He wears the same kind of pants and strap, but he also wears a shirt with many pockets.
"Oru yei duof?" the lean man asks, putting his right hand behind his back.
"What are you saying?" I blurt out. I use my hands to check my ears, confusing them.
"Whet lengaegi os thet?" asks the third figure, slowly closing in.
He looks like a child—or maybe just a short man. He is holding a wooden stick and has a bag at his side.
"A den't knew, yei thank hu hat has huod er semuthang?" the bald man says.
He moves his hands from my shoulder to my eyes, opening one eyelid like a doctor.
"Na shut, ho hut hus hoid," says the standing man.
He moves aside to let the shorter man come closer.
"Ho foll fram sech i hought. Uts i serpruso ho's ovon iluvo sunco thoro's sa mech blaad iraend thus iroi."
"Duisn't luuk loki hi's hogh," the bald man says. He moves his hand from my eyes to grab my right wrist.
Before he can grab it, I instinctively pull away. I try to stand up, almost falling, but the bald man helps me steady myself.
The three men keep looking at each other, and then back at me.
As time passes, my brain starts working again. I observe my surroundings. I am in a crater with blood splattered all over it.
'This is probably my blood.'
'Well, that thing did say I would survive, so he probably did something to heal me. Regenerating? I don't know what word to use.'
I slowly get used to the high-speed, cold winds. As the weather starts changing from sunny to cloudy.
"Sheild wu de at?" says the lean man. It sounds like a question.
"U im igiunst ut. Na woik porsan caeld servuvo thit fill, laso sa mech blaad ind stull bo iblo ta aporito narmilly," the shorter man says, using his staff to poke at me.
"O woll du whetivir yua dicodi," (the bald man says. Suddenly, he steps away as I wave my hand to intervene in their conversation.
"Ah, hello. Where... no, who ar—"
Before I can finish my sentence, all three step back.
Suddenly, they point a SWORD at me.
'Is that a fucking sword?? What the hell?'
I throw my hands up in a defensive stance without even realizing it.