When I woke up, everything was a blur. Darkness surrounded me and I didn't know why... Breathing was difficult, like my lungs were filled with toxic smoke. Panic began sinking in and I didn't know what to do! - When suddenly, my eyes opened wide, revealing the glistening, king moon. He stared at me and I at him. Taking deep, slow breaths, my lungs melted sucking in the cool, midnight air filling me with relief. I hadn't realised my breaths were coming in as gasps, it was odd but they soon settled.
My eyes began to scan the area, studying the silence filling the open space. A forest, a ruined cabin and a lake where my feet were perched, the gentle waves swaying them slightly; why am I here? I ask myself mentally before moving my head, wakening my nerves before moving up into a sitting position.
I looked down at myself; I was in a large, pink dress with ruffles and ribbons decorating it as well as a corset, a deep shade of pink mixed with golden buttons and white lace. Knee-length, cotton white socks and smart, plain black shoes; I moved my pale, white legs, kicking some of the fabric off them before standing slowly, barely able to keep straight in the heavy costume, as well as the overwhelming dizziness which nearly knocked me to the floor. Once balance had regained itself, I made my way forward, toward the cabin where I spotted a black family, who for some reason I felt connected to, in a candle-lit room, a new-born child, a elderly man, and a man and a woman, all dressed in rags in comparison, they all appeared.. mournful? 'Perhaps isn't the best time.. but I have no idea where I am!?'
Taking a deep breath I walk up to their front door and knock three times, quickly and in perfect time. I hear a man's voice sigh before the handle was pulled down and the door opened, "Hello?" the younger gentleman questions looking around curiously.
"Um.. yes, hello-" I begin to say, my voice with a thick British accent.
"Hello?!" The man repeats louder before sticking his foot out the door and looking round further, his head would have collided with me... if it could. His head went straight through my neck and chin, sending a empty chill through my body. I fell backwards down the steps onto the ground, staring horrified at the men. "Damn punks, today of all days..." His voice broke, the man also British but not quite as 'posh'.
"W-what?" I stutter as the door is slammed shut, leaving my alone on the grass before their doorsteps. "What just..." My sentence died as panic, fear and the hateful unknowing engulfed my mind but before I broke completely, the moon spoke to me.
'You are a spirit... your name is Tandie Heart...It is May 1st, 1910.' he explained... that was all he explained...
"Tandie Heart?" I questioned before standing. "Wait - a spirit!? Like a ghost?.. Does that mean I'm... dead?" I continued, my mouth spilling questions which would never be answered.. not by the moon at least. I grunted with frustration not receiving a reply to my questions so I walked slowly dragging my feet toward the forest and deep within, following the lake which soon became a fast running, deep river heading toward a cliffside waterful. Suddenly my foot caught the bottom of my dress causing me to fall forward to the river's fast tide. I cried out waiting to feel the impact and the struggle to breath in the fast current, my arms outstretched in a automatic hope for defence to soften the fall... but the fall never came? Instead, the water had caught me?
I didn't get wet, but I felt the water against my arms, holding me upwards so I didn't fall into the fast-moving death trap. "What in the world?" I questioned as I pushed myself off of the liquid. Immediately, I sat on my knees beside the river, smiling with excitement, and put one hand into the water, feeling the liquid brush against my skin, I focused on picking it up and it complies, bubbles of 'solid' water following my hand from the water and moulding together to form the shape of my hand, following how it moved, an open palm, a clenched fist before I wanted it to fall and so it did, rejoining the stream.
I gasped at the scene with excitement and laughed before playing with the water further digging my arms all the way in, throwing water balls in the air, creating patterns and movements not naturally formed! Suddenly an idea popped into my mind and I stood slowly. Where my bare-legs were before were small flowers like daisies and fresh grass which grew outwards a small bit, "Weird, you weren't there before." I smiled looking at the white daisy. Shutting my bright green eyes, taking a deep, slow breath through my nose, I put one foot on top of the waters surface... then the other. "Walking on water!" I squealed before running down the river to the cliff side, only I forgot about the gigantic drop I was heading toward. When suddenly my foot connected with the air, I screamed as I fell forward and hoped something would catch me!
Midway through the fall, soft yet firm items grabbed my torso, wrapping themselves around me. I opened my eyes which I had squeezed shut from the sudden fear and found myself wrapped in vines from the forest trees. "Wh-woah..." I spoke, my mouth agape.
Smirking, I grabbed hold of the vines which held me with my bare hands and they suddenly looked, healthier? Laughing I swung on the vines and they grew longer as they headed toward the ground before propping me on the water where I balanced with my shoe-sock-covered feet.
Soon I learned I had the gifts to control the earth and water... but that was 104 years ago...
Audthors note!:
It does not stay in Tandie's POV from this point onward, it's general.. I hate doing first person so, good attempt?