For my 555th post here (and with an even 60 reviews..), I decided to finally post something I wrote!
This is the first chapter of my NaNoWriMo, that's the only explanation I shall give at the moment.
Enjoy!
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Darkness ruled her. She felt nothing, heard nothing, saw nothing, smelt nothing, tasted nothing. Her senses were numbed, rendered useless. All that existed was the black emptiness around her and Seira herself. Then, light began seeping into the world. Soft, wonderful, white light caressing her face. She could feel it, see it behind the lids of her eyes. They were closed? No wonder she couldn’t see anything. She opened them. Now she was no longer the only thing in existence. There was ground beneath her. Moving her hand, she felt the bumps and lumps, bits of dirt, rock, and leaves. She inhaled and fresh, clean air greeted her nostrils. Her ears picked up the reassuring sound of her sigh. With a deep breath she brought herself upright. The light touched everything now, and she could see that she was surrounded by pine trees that towered above her. Their smell was wonderful and green. She stood up. The colors of this world seemed to be whitewashed, but it did not matter. She began walking, her blue skirt rubbing up against her ankles.
Time did not matter to her here. She had no where to be and the sun, if there was a sun, was motionless and cast no shadows. It was like time didn’t exist, but life did. Squirrels and chipmunks ran around on the forest floor in front of Seira and cardinals and robins flew above her. The creatures cared not, and neither did Seria. Whatever was going on, it was separate from her and her existence here.
She stopped and listened. Running water. She moved towards the sound and found a quaint little brook. Bending down, she dipped her finger tips in the water, feeling the current brush against them. There was a rustle and she looked up. Just a bush, she looked back to the water and her reflection. Straight brown hair framing a delicate face holding eyes with a mix of hazel and blue irises. Her fingers played through her reflection’s hair. Another rustle, this one more urgent. She looked back up at the bush. It was the same as before. She looked around her; no one, nothing but plants. She returned her attention to the brook and heard the rustle again, this time it was violent and prolonged. Looking up, she saw the bush shaking, trembling as if about to burst from some force building inside of it.
Startled, Seira fell backwards and caught herself with an elbow. As she backed away from the brook and the bush on the other side her world turned darker. The whitewash colors became blackwashed. Now leaves started falling from the bush as the rustling within escalated. Seira’s back reached a tree, and she quickly stood and cowered behind the trunk, trying to keep her rapid breath silent. A new sound joined the rustling, a fierce, other worldly snarl punctuated by leaves flying away as if ripped off and tossed away by an unseen being. Seira clung to the pine’s trunk, wanting to run but knowing whatever was in the bush would chase her down and rip her like those leaves in a second. She couldn’t even look away or blink; her eyes were wide with terror.
The water of the brook began to shake with the bush. Everything seemed to shake and Siera couldn’t hold in her whimpers anymore. Suddenly, an unseen force whipped from the bush like a gust of wind and lashed at the ground before her and her tree. She flinched and tears ran from her eyes. The force lashed out again and hit her tree, creating a gash in the trunk level to Seira’s head that had now fallen with her body into a crumpled, pathetic weeping girl.
“SEIRA!” bellowed a concerned voice.
She screamed and bolted upright, nearly missing the head of her friend, the source of the bellow, Selené. Seira’s frightened eyes locked with her friend’s concern - filled ones.
She leaned into her friend, who embraced her, and cried.
