DISCLAIMER : I do not own ROTG or anyone in it, just my own characters and settings
The light.
That was the first thing she saw.
The light.
It had millions of colors; red, orange, blue, white…
There was no way she could've counted them all. They kept changing, fading into new ones. Red to yellow, purple to maroon.
It comforted her, like it was wrapping itself around her.
And then there was the prickling.
It felt like tiny needles were running across her skin, stabbing at her arms and legs.
But it didn't hurt as much as it seemed.
It didn't discomfort her.
If anything, it energized her.
It was like electricity, and it was powering her. It might as well have been life, for it brought her strength that was well-needed.
Her eyes flew open, displaying almost eyes that were full of color. They seemed to be having a tough time deciding on which color to settle on, shifting from colors that eyes should never have existed; blue and green, but then purple and yellow.
Spots appeared on her vision for a moment before her eyes managed to focus on the light above her.
The moon.
It was bright.
It encouraged her to move on.
She didn't expect it to speak in her head.
Your name is Spirit, the Guardian of Creativity.
That was quite a vital piece of information, but all it did was strike up more questions.
Spirit...it was a nice name, especially because she had just woken up with no memories or thoughts. She knew the important things, like that she was laying in grass, and the heaviness in the air was humidity, and that there are about ten million disguisable colors in the world.
Simple things came to mind immediately, she hardly even had to think about them. But the deeper things, the meaningful things, were gone.
Who is she?
Why is she here?
What happened?
How long has she been here?
Am I dead? She thought. She felt dead. Her mind was pretty dead too. There were no thoughts going through it, just suggestions and questions.
Those were thoughts, right?
She dug in the dewy grass around her. What was going on? For one, the moon had just spoken to her. Two, she had no memories, let alone main knowledge of who, what, when, where, and/or why. Third, she was lost.
She knew she had to keep going.
If she had any hope of getting out of here, wherever she was, she needed to keep her cool and stay focused.
She let her eyes adjust to the darkness around her. The moon was still shining bright as ever, but it seemed to have died down enough to let her eyes scan a bit more of the area.
She was in a forest. The sounds of nature surrounded her. There was a shallow stream swerving through the trees, and the moonlight made shadows from passing it's way between the leaves. The smell of damp dirt and wildflowers was so strong it was like walking into a perfume isle at the mall.
She exhaled a breath; apparently she'd been holding it for quite a while. There was a small cloud of mist flowing through the forest, and it only made her a bit more cautious of her surroundings.
She dragged her feet on the ground to help herself up, and found that she was wearing a black pair of combat boots. If she knew more about herself, she may've disliked them, but somehow they fit perfectly.
Her legs were covered in a pair of white leggings that had somehow stayed clean throughout her frantic searching the muddy ground. Her arms were covered by a white t-shirt that reached to her knees. It didn't look oversized though, for it fit perfectly on her arms and sides, it was only long.
She shoved herself to a sitting position. Sunlight shone in beams to the ground, the sound of the stream filled her ears. If it weren't for the situation, she would've fallen straight asleep.
She eyed up a small cylinder laying on the ground beside her. How had she not noticed it before?
It had a rather unique set of designs on the sides. It was completely see-through, except for the thin lines that the designs made. When she placed it in her hands, (it was like holding a mini pole) the swirls and outlines lit up in an array of colors.
It extended in a quick swish, like the sound of metal sliding against metal, the ends grew longer and longer so that it was a bit taller than she was. The designs stayed glowing, but the ends glowed brighter, all the colors gathering there.
She couldn't help but admire it. Whoever, whatever, had made this, was a genius. It was so beautiful, even though it was just a clear staff.
Something about it brought her comfort.
Maybe it was the way that it conducted that strange electric feeling into her arms again, or that it felt so right in her hands.
It sparked, well, the colors flashed to a bright neon so suddenly that it made her back away from the staff.
Somehow she had managed to keep it in her hands. The end of the staff hit the ground, turning the area around it to an assortment of different colors. Each blade of grass started fading into different colors; red, orange, pink, blue, or in other words, colors that grass shouldn't've been.
It was amazing.
Despite that it was completely impossible.
She felt a bit hesitant to tap the staff against a nearby tree, but she did it anyways. The staff sent waves of color up the tree like vines, the different colors changing the leaves from green to orange.
She started running, tapping every bit of nature in sight to change it's color. Before she knew it, she started running at a speed that could only be described as light.
A streak of color followed her as she sped through the forest, the trees behind her changing from green to an assortment of warm ones. When she finally managed to get her feet to slow down, the forest looked as if fall had come early.
She let out an amazed breath, mumbling a few compliments to herself.
There was a clanging sound behind her, making her jump. She whirled around, and was greeted by a group of campers setting up base.
"Hey!" She shouted, hoping to get their attention. She started making her way towards them. "Do you know where I am?"
They ignored her, or maybe just didn't hear her. She kept walking forwards until she was only a few feet from their camp.
"Excuse me," She asked, walking up a man who looked like the oldest. "Do you have any idea where-"
He straightened up and began walking towards her. She put her hands up to stop him, but he kept going.
And walked right through her.
She gasped, more out of surprised than anything. It hadn't hurt her physically, but it scared her to the point that her heart was aching a bit.
She was about to say something again to someone else, but it happened again. They walked right through her, sending her reeling backwards towards the forest. She felt tears welling in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
They can't see me. The thought was too much, and she fell to the forest floor in a heap of tears and sobs.
It didn't last long.
She sniffled a few times before standing up once again. Tearing her eyes off the campers and tightening the laces on her boots, she turned around and walking into the forest, leaving the people behind her.