The Awakening
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The storm was violent, splitting your ship, the Antelope, upon the rocks. You swam until your strength was gone, collapsing onto short, soft grass. Now, you awake in confusion. It is daylight. You attempt to rise, but you cannot stir.
Your arms and legs are strongly fastened to the ground. Your long hair is tied down. You feel slender ligatures across your body. Suddenly, you feel something alive moving on your left leg. It advances gently over your breast, coming almost to your chin. Bending your eyes downward, you perceive a human creature not six inches high, with a bow and arrow in his hands.
To your astonishment, at least forty more follow the first. You are a giant prisoner in a land of miniature people.