ENDIE
It was dark. Very dark. Not surprising, really, as it was night time. But still. It was so dark, it was unnatural.
Endie liked darkness, living in a cave and all, and she could name four hundred and sixty two different shades of black off by heart. But this black was darker than the darkest black she knew. She couldn't see a thing. It was so dark, she couldn't feel or hear anything. It was so dark she felt dead. She felt as if she were floating in a river of darkness, a nightmarish dream where nothing happened.
Still, she walked. Her legs worked perfectly fine, though her brain wasn't telling her to move. She wanted to stay put and float, but her legs were independent and managed to make her walk. She was partly grateful for this. Partly not, as she wanted to see what it would be like to float upwards.
Suddenly, Endie felt the presence of someone near her. She shuddered. Who could it be? She couldn't see them, but she felt them, as if they were radiating some kind of magical aura...
Of course!
The darkness faded away to a normal night sky. She could vaguely see the trees and a figure beside her, axe in hand. The figure turned to her. "What," Jason O'Brian asked, "was that?"
Endie smiled in relief. Jason was alive and well, and at least she could see. She shrugged. "I have absolutely no idea whatsoever, but I think we should camp here for the night before it starts again!"
Jason nodded silently, before taking out his tent and sleeping bag. Endie did the same. Memories of her past flooded through her mind, tears filling her eyes. "Are you okay?" Jason asked, his hand on her shoulder. She nodded. "Oh, yes, it's nothing... Just... Just remembering some old friends..."
Blinking back tears, she climbed into bed. But one thought led to another, and she remembered her parents.
There were only fragments. As if the memory itself were a jigsaw, ready to be completed. But some pieces were missing. The biggest, most important pieces of the puzzle were missing.
She remembered one thing. It was blurry and incomplete, but she stored it in her mind like a picture. She could take it out every now and then, look at it, then put it back. It was a photo; ripped up; horribly torn and ruined. And that memory, the one she'd cling on to forever, the one that brought her nightmares, yet protected her: it was one of many, the rest yet to be found.
So, how'd you like it? Was it good? I hope it was good... Thank you all so much! Oh, and, how often do you think I should update?