-1In the darkness of her heart, she can feel it calling.
There is a light, surrounding her mind, as she sits up. She looks around, and her childish face frowns, this was not home. Nor was is the deep blue river from which she drank, or the small dirty hovel in which she lived. It was nothing, and yet, it was everything. How could anyone live here?
She stood, silently, as always, and looked around. Black, everything was black, apart from her. She was shimmering, a glowing, white light, and every now and then, a tiny, baby-fist sized ball of light would come out of where her heart was and fly away. Her hand went to rest over her heart, and she cried out, seeing as how she felt nothing when there was normally that calming, gentle sound of beating.
As if her hand wasn't there, another white orb flew from her heart. What was happening? Why did she feel weak? Slowly, the girl fell backwards, hitting the floor with a soft 'bop'. All she remembered was running… Faster and faster…
Wolves. A small shudder ran down her back. Another orb left her body. Her hope fades away, until she heard a voice, echoing all around her.
"Dead, milord! Killed by wolves!" She heard a soft noise, like a ghosts footsteps, and then a pause. Then a scraping sound. And then, all around her, grabbing onto her legs, her arms, her shoulders, her feet, were these little monsters, and the girl screamed a silent scream. Then, they disappeared. Then, all the white orbs returned, filling her with strength and mobility once more. And then, then, she opened her eyes.
And there was her saviour.