The Lost Daughter
Chapter One
Everything was so pretty. The colors, the shape of the landscape, the smells and experiences, they were absolutely breathtaking. My companions had explained it was called the Wyldwood. They kept looking at me funny, and I got the distinct feeling that there was something I should remember. The feeling that something important was missing. The next moment, I was swept away with the beauty of the landscape.
What seemed like only moments after we started, I slowly slid down to take a seat on a nearby log. I'd been feeling very tired lately, my energy completely drained. I was embarrassed to alert the others. It seemed my companions never got tired. They were already slipping through the trees, out of view. There was a moment of panic, as I recalled their warnings not to wander the Wyldwood without a guide. The next moment…
What a pretty ball of light. It kept shifting around in front of me, buzzing away off the path. Curiosity peeking, I started to follow. As I neared the end of the path, I had a moment of pause. The feeling that I was forgetting something important, and then another glimpse of the light and I was slipping off the path. I couldn't have taken a step in, when something strong slipped around my waist, and pulled me back. I was pulled flush up against the chest of a guy. A familiar smell wafted up to my nose, a smell I almost remembered. Then I was being spun around to look into a pair of panicked ice blue eyes.
"Lily, where were you going?!"
Confusion marred my face, and I found I could do nothing but glance up into those incredible eyes.
"Lily?"
Suddenly, the handsome boy just looked so desperate. I only wished I could help him, but I couldn't remember how.
"Do you remember my name?
I somehow knew this answer was important, but it escaped me as well. Frustration began to build.
"Keirran. My name is Keirran. Your name is Lily. We're headed into the Iron Realm. You are not to leave the group in your condition."
"What's my condition?" I could recall hearing that word often enough….and it was beginning to piss me off.
"You're not well, Lily. Just stay near me. Please stop wondering off…..please…"
I glanced to the side, where a man with bright red hair stood not a few feet away.
"Keirran?" Why he felt the need to address Keirran, and not me, furthered my foul mood.
"It's alright, Robin. I've got her, she's fine."
I was fully in the mood to tell both the worry worts where they could stick it, when I suddenly felt dizzy. The beautiful scenery spun, and when it refocused, all I could see where these beautiful ice blue eyes.
I couldn't remember his name, and this feeling of frustration swept over me. Then my vision began greying at the edges.
"Lily?! Lily don't you dare! Lily! Lily!"
The handsome guy was shaking me now, outright panic draining all color from his face.
Who was Lily?
"God's Lily! Fight it, you hear me?! Fight!"
And then, in a moment of clarity I instinctively knew didn't come often nowadays, I knew. Lily was me. Lily was my name. My name was Lily.
My name was Lilith Goodfellow.