Post by Cre on Jan 23, 2011 13:24:47 GMT -5
[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,540] [bg=black] 'Where am I?' Her head was pounding, and it hurt for her to think. There was warmth on her back, something wet and a little gritty beneath her hands and her exposed torso. Slowly, her blue-gray eyes opened. What was revealed made them go wide. Before her stretched a winding beach, backed by trees that could hold up her house with their branches. 'This isn't happening.' Her mind was racing as she pushed herself up out of the wet sand. Her front was coated in it... Her best blouse ruined by the salt water. The royal blue silk, with it's tie-up v-neck and flowing sleeves would never be the same. Her bluejeans, though, would be just bloody peachy. Naturally. She bought pants that were slung low on her hips, form-fitting like an extra skin but loosened up at her calves to fit over her boots, and made for durability. The only thing altered now was the hole that had been ripped in the knee when they caught on a broken board. Her "cowboy" boots were fine, though her socks were soaked and squishy. How long had she been lieing in the sand? Sorcha stood, fighting a wave of dizziness, and took in her surroundings as she tried to remember the accident. she couldn't recall the details, only small, fleeting bits. An explosion. She'd stumbled. Then, a cracking sound had echoed in the night air, the ship splitting in half. She remembered falling, hitting her knee as she scrabbled for a bit of drifting wood. Clinging to it with all of her strength, floating atop it as it made it's way farther and farther from the wreckage. Screams had echoed in the air around the burning ship the entire night. Somewhere, a baby had begun to cry... Tears filled her eyes, a sob wrenching her breath from her. She had survived, and now she was standing on a strange beach, staring out over the ocean. A slight breeze caressed her slender form, making her turn from the water. Why did it feel as though the forests were calling to her? Her feet began to move, shuffling through the sands. Sorcha... the wind seemed to whisper. Sorcha, come... How could she stop herself from stepping into the shadows of the trees, her boots silent over the fallen leaves. The colors of the forest were so welcoming after the wreck... The farther into this new land she went, the less green she found. And soon, she was surrounded by the blazing, fiery colors of Autumn. And still she went on, drawn to something that she could not explain. It was as though a voice called to her, but she could not understand what it said. An invisible hand wrapping around her own and pulling her along. And she wouldn't have fought it if she could... She had no idea how long it had taken her to reach the point were the pulling force felt strongest. No perception of day or night... But when she felt the heat of a baren land, marked only by the sun and the ever-changing sand dunes, she stopped. But only for a moment, to survey her surroundings. "I'm in a desert, now?" She seemed confused, but sighed. Just what she wanted; More sand. But that force had grown so much stronger here, pulsing it seemed, like a heart beat. And she, she continued on. Sorcha hadn't bothered to count the sand dunes that she had crawled up and then slid down, but when she stopped again and looked back, the line of scragely plants at the sand's edge was almost invisible and the sun was descending to the horizon. Thankfully, there was still plenty of light. The girl looked down and stared. There before her, at the base of the large dune, something gleamed in the setting sun. She could not tell what it was, exactly, but that there were several of them. There was a thin layer of sand over most, placed by the wind like a comforting blanket. Sorcha's mouth watered as she peered down at them for many long minutes. When she finally turned and began to slide down the slope, a safe distance away so as not to land on the new-found treasure, the sun was already turning red and touching the horizon. But the sun was irreleven at the moment, for she had rushed to the covered bundle and had cominced to brushing away the sand, gently but in a hurry. What was revealed left her in awe. Fifteen egg-shaped, and sized, stones lay bundled together, gleaming faintly like uncut gems. No, not stones. These... these were actual eggs. They had to be, for there were still fragments from those that had broken open. She picked a large peice up, her coppery curls falling over her shoulder as she skimmed over the inside and out with her slender fingers. But her palms itched to touche one of the still-whole eggs that she knelt over. She dare not, though, for fear that something bad might happen. But memories of her dreams were coming back to her... The dreams where fire surrounded her, sweltering heat and blinding but never burning, and dragons circled. Dragons with lithe bodies and wings that seemed too long for them to handle. All colors, though hues of flame seemed dominant. Could these be the eggs of those long-winged creatures? Did Dragons even exist in any place other than her books?  |
