My heart was racing wildly inside my chest as I lay stunned, face down in the snow. It was difficult for my entire being to comprehend what the hell had just happened. Things had moved from one thing to the next quite quickly. Too quickly actually. Upon trying to move my body I discovered that I could no longer feel it and, by struggling even more against this mental block, I figured there was no way I was going to be able to move it any time soon. My eyes flickered and stung as the snow caught in my lashes. Why did I feel so disorientated? Forcing my mind to focus I tried to make sense of the colourful mess of memories that dashed painfully across my forehead. ..
I remembered a great looming darkness that ignited a horrible bone crushing fear within me but it faded away suddenly... why? Something, no, someone; someone familiar to me came rushing to my aid…Luka, my brain answered instinctively. Of course, Luka would never abandon me. But…But…Where was he? No, that could be answered later. I needed to know what happened after he came to my aid.
An unpleasant headache was starting to tear across my head as I tried to force more information from it. Yes! There was more! An unholy ripping sound; a blinding light and then the feeling of being forcefully pushed into the light and falling… landing face down in cold…
But none of that made any sense…Unless…
There came the sound of movement from behind me; heavy sort of footsteps and chatty voices. it ignited a very real panic that tingled through my heart and across my body. I willed my body to get up and just run but it refused. They will know, I screamed internally at myself, they will know you are not one of them!
"There is someone lying on the ground over there!"
Too late.
"Get help! Quick!"
The panic subsided a bit at the sound of their accents. Was I in England? I wondered idly listening as they ran to me rolling me onto my back. My eyes blinked in the light trying to focus on faces; but all I managed to make out was a blurry mess of colour.
"You are going to be alright," The voice sounded soothing, "You are in safe hands now. What is your name?"
"B-Bethany," I managed to mumble out, surprising myself. How was it I could speak but not move?
"My name is Eden," he carefully picked me up; "I assure you everything is going to be alright."
There was another person beside him but my vision remained blurry.
"We shall take her back to Mana Ridge," The other spoke, "I trust you to watch over her until she recovers brother."
Mana Ridge!? I groaned. Luka, where the hell have you sent me?