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It was warm, so very warm. Too warm, for so early in the morning and so early in the season. And it was dark. Or her eyes were closed. They felt like they were closed, and it was so nice to leave them that way. She had not slept, not at all, since... ___One grey eye snapped open. It was dark, but there was the reddish glow of a fire on the... walls. There were walls, here. She was in a room, lying on a bed. Fire would explain the warmth. How did I get here? Where am I? What happened? Her thoughts were foggy. She recalled that she had been running. Why? ___Him. Someone had been chasing her. A stranger. Had he captured her, after she fell? She remembered falling. He must have caught up to her then. He had to have. She was out cold. Helpless. He was gaining on her. He would not have stopped, after so long... ___Then why was she here? What did he want? ___She tried to sit up, and almost screamed, stifling it at the last second out of fear of alerting anyone to the fact that she was awake. The pain was astonishing, mind-rending. A wound that could cause such pain should be fatal; she felt sure of it. But she was alive. ___She lay there for a few dreadfully dark moments, panting, her vision wandering in and out as she tried to regain control of herself. The sickening sensation seemed to be centered around her shoulder-blades. That made no sense; she had landed on her stomach, according to the way her ribs and pelvis felt. But theirs was only impact pain; this was something different, beyond what she knew. It made everything else feel insignificant, unimportant. It was blinding, tearing, searing. It took her breath in a violent rush that was almost a scream. ___She was lying on her back again. The pain had receded, or she had fainted again and was now coming to. She was not sure. Someone was standing over her; his face was blurred, but she got the impression of golden-yellow hair and dark grey eyes. The man's mouth did not move, but she heard a soft whisper in her ear that could not be his, for it was female. It said, You have taken a bad fall. You need more rest. She opened her mouth to protest to the strange voice, but slid deeply into sleep again before she could breathe a single word. ___Time passed. Sometimes she knew she was half-awake, sometimes she knew she slept, sometimes she was in such deep, darks slumber that she knew nothing at all. And sometimes, she was not sure if she slept or woke, for the things she saw were so real, so vivid, and yet so strange. She saw stone turrets rising up like spines from a high sea-cliff, the misty froth of great waves crashing tirelessly against the barrier, but unable to shake the mighty obstacle. She saw a great stone fortress, it walls crumbling and ancient, their interior filled with dragons. And a forest of stone trees, and a hill of emeralds, and a red desert with people who had stripes on their skin and jewel-colored eyes that could look into the fierce sun and not blink. ___She understood none of it. Nothing was familiar, and some of it was impossible. It had to be dreams. It had to. A hill of emeralds? Stone trees? Stripes? ___Then, quite suddenly during one of these spells, all the strange images cleared away. Taika found herself in a vast, dark space, floating in an empty void, but somehow she was not afraid. There was a column of soft light before her, and in the midst of it stood what looked like a woman with pale yellow hair, but her figure was glowing so brightly that Taika could not really see her. The same voice that she had heard earlier played in her head, saying, Child, awaken.
Dayinara · Wed May 21, 2008 @ 07:37am · 1 Comments |
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