Deja Vu
Row, row, row your boat, gently off a waterfall...merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a nightmare~
The sound of running water was surrounding me in a faint echo and slowly becoming more clear. The ground refused to stop churning side to side and as my senses awakened, I could tell I was laying on hard wood the way my back was aching. Noticing that fact, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stretching my rested body. Only I couldn't move my arms at all. Panic jolted me as I realized this and was now fully, wide awake. My arms were bound and I was in a tiny skiff, floating down a wide river in a lush forest.
"What the–where am I?" I didn't have the faintest idea how I got here or why. There wasn't anything my mind could grasp, like my memory was nothing more than an empty slate. The place where I was born, my family, friends, and everything else I could remember, was all gone. Nothing remained except for a strange sense of nostalgia of my rural surroundings. I couldn't place my finger on it, but I know this place was familiar.
"Okay okay calm down. Let see, I'm stuffed in a boat, my arms are tied, and I have no idea whatsoever what I am doing here or how. No biggee."
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Oh who am I kidding? "HELLO! Is someone out here?! I need help!"
The ropes rubbed against my skin like sand paper and my skin was already itching flame red. As I struggled uselessly, the sound of the natural stream was getting substantially louder till it was booming.
"Holy-!" I looked ahead and gazed in horror as roaring rapids were quickly approaching. Unless by some miracle I grew gills and tail fins (had no idea where I got that idea), there wasn't a living chance of making it to shore with me wrapped up (Do I even know how to swim?). There was only option if I wanted to survive this, and that's to ride out the current without falling headfirst into the rocky waves. I had more than a shadow of a doubt that I could do this, but I knew that I had no choice. I stood up with great difficulty while attempting not to tip the boat and spaced my feet on both sides of the skiff to keep my balance. My heart leaped every time the rapids hit like it was no different from the sea and rocked the boat endlessly. Negative thoughts repeatedly bombarded me every second of this twisted ride and could only hope to look ahead and pray for calm water to come sooner.
I leaned against the rough waves to keep the skiff from shifting too far and somehow steered away from incoming boulders. The waters ebbed into a semi calm with slight shaking but enough to ease the tenseness in my legs.
"Safe." I breathed, tempted to sit down to rest my shaking limbs. Just when I thought the worst was over, the betraying sound of spraying water and booming falls reached my ears. "No." Fear crept into my voice. My heart dropped into despair; I knew the worst truly had arrived. But despite everything within coming to a complete and shocking halt, somewhere deep within there was still a small spark of hope. Where from and how it originated? I had no idea. But I wasn't about to complain for the jump start.
I started to calculate all my options for my survival. It was too far to jump fro the bank so that was ruled out, and no doubt by the loudness of the waterfall there were bound to be sharp rocks below (again, don't know how I figured that). The only choice left was to hold my ground until the upcoming moment. The edge was in view and my heart was pounding in my chest. The skiff reached the edge and with all my strength, I jumped the farthest I could go across the spacious sky like a baby bird being pushed out of the nest before free falling hundreds of feet above the pool below.
However, I miscalculated my hypothesis and found out that the rocks doesn't always stay close to the waterfall and was plunging head first to my final destination.
I've been holding my breath and was beginning to black out when a faint scream cries out in the distance. I braced for the oncoming rocks, ready to impale me when before I knew it, strong arms caught me in midair on the last possible second. The last thing I saw before I fainted was the side of my rescuer's face. His golden eyes cold yet soft, two short violet streaks along his cheek, his pointy elfish ear, and flowing angel silver hair cascading in the misty air.
"Sesshomaru..." The word trails off my lips, and I fell into darkness.
This is my new story. If you read my other story then you know who she is. A NEW ADVENTURE AWAITS WITH A DIFFERENT PLOT, SAME BADDIE, AND maybe A DASH OF ROMANCE! Though I should warn you I haven't made much progress with this, so don't expect many updates.
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