Long Island, Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire wilderness
The bitter taste of pine lingered in Tristán's mouth as he opened his eyes, a sour expression on his face.
Tilting up his head, he was bewildered by the sights he was exposed to. A glimmering body of water with small, evergreen covered islands flecked about it. Towering oaks and slender pines stood about him, projecting an aura of solemnity and ancient authority. Tristán propped hiself up by the elbows, covered in dead foliage. On the ground were berry bushes of every kind, acorns and bark littered about,
all coated with a thick layer of dead leaves and pine needles. What in mercy? Every thought under the sun raced through the young man's head. He ran a hand through his thick, unwieldy beard. He touched his cheek, tracing the landscape of his scar. Finally, after assuring himself that he was indeed alive and whole, Tristán stood.
"Mother of the Lord, I'm in shame!"
Birds and smaller creatures fled the area at the sound of his scream. Hurrying over to the beach, he plucked a few handfuls of reeds and went to work fashioning himself a skirt. After an hour or two, he adorned his new garment and set about for a walk around his surroundings. Following the coast for about two hours, Tristán realized that he was on an island. The closest island to this was across a strait spanning what he guessed to be 4 meters. The interior of this island was mostly forest, about a square mile of it. There were a few small beaches, and at the center was a clearing marked by a pond. Curious, he thought, a pond on an island. The clearing was no more than nintey feet across at either end, and the pond was the size of a small swimming pool. A few small fish squirmed around in its crystal clear water.
"Odd," he muttered, "how all the water about here is so pristine. Almost like a Garden of Eden."
That was when Tristán had his revelation. This place, these islands, this lake, this place was the Garden of Eden. God must've sent him here as came of age that he may protect it, and it's inhabitants. It all made sense to him. The lack of pollution and noise, no people, no clothes, the perfectly preserved environment, the sense of antiquity and power in the air. He was the next Adam. Guardian of Eden and her living creatures. He was blessed.
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A few hours later, he had constructed a lean-to shelter near the pond, and collected some wild blueberries for himself to eat. They were sweet and ripe and juicy. As the sun went down, the temperature dropped, so he stripped the bark off of a nearby birch tree and ties it together with Reed grass as a blanket. When he awoke the next day, an arrow stuck out of his lean-to.
"Neighbors?"