Memories of Fan-Ball/Fire InThe Hole

In a very very distant past of which I remember nothing, all was peaceful and quiet. Then something threw me into the ocean and I did not wake up until recently.

Shore village
When I woke up -  still underwater - I noticed something... different. I did not panic like I did when I was drowning and losing consciousness. I merely felt that my body needed oxygen. I surfaced and looked around. I was not far from solid ground. I swam towards it and sat down on the beach there. Once I was dry, I headed further inland and after a fairly short walk I came across a village. People stared at me while I was walking around, almost as if I was a ghost. I asked someone where the head of the village was. He pointed in the direction of a big house, so I went there.

Home
I entered the house. The man who was apparently the boss came to me.

"Welcome. I'll show you a place where you can build your own house."

He took me along a road that led into a fairly empty area. He had apparently already made a few plots for new people to build on and pointed at one that was now mine. It had piles of wood and bricks.

I built a house, furnished it and made a bookeshelf. The bookshelf is not a normal one. It is a BOOKSHELF that allows the owner to hide infinite amounts of STUFF behind it. I made a garden. While digging a hole for another plant, I came across a bow and arrows. I took the bow and went to the end of the road my house stood at and found monsters. Most weren't interested, except for a very peculiar creature that was known as a Dragon, as I would find out years later. It tried to drop little pellets onto me. With a lot of effort, I managed to shoot it down.

I went back to my house. I went back home.

I would soon find out that I was already well-known and hated without even knowing who they were.

(Story advances here)