AN: Onwards! Sorry this took a while to get up, I've been consumed in How To Reach a Runner's Heart. Ya.
With seemingly no other choice, I start my walk. With no known direction, and no memories to guide me, I figured I'd just wander, and see where it took me. I reach down to my belt, but I can see no weapons. Defenceless. Oh?
I felt something in my cloak knock against me. It was heavy, and it felt like metal. Quickly, I set to work taking it off and feeling up and down the cloak for a pocket. And I strike it.
Inside, is a small, sharp, silver bladed, purple handled throwing knife. Where the hell did I get this? It had a word, a name, carved into the hilt.
Toledo. It rung no bells inside my head, but there was something about the dagger that that was urging me to remember, something. It was on the tip of my tongue, but also a suppressed memory. The only thing I could think was the name the voices had given me. Aryn.
Tucking the knife safely indie my belt, I carry on through the wilderness. It seems to stretch on forever, with no beginning, and no end. I sigh, and cold air fills my lungs, making me cough slightly. Something behind me moves.
Startled, I draw the knife from my belt and instinctively spin around. Expecting a human or a walker or something, I'm relieved when it's only a crow, scratching in the snow. What's it doing out here, so far from trees or a forest? Nothing in this world is making any sense since me, well, reawakening, and it's starting to make me jittery. I shake my head at the crow, and trudge on.
Before long, actually, in surprisingly little time, I make it to the base of the mountains. The crow I had met before was still the only other soul I'd seen in the area. Not even something as minor as an insect seemed to be present.
I stop dead in my tracks. There's prints, foot prints, at my feet. I kneel down, and get a closer look. They're tiny. Tiny little feet with claws. They're closely spaced too, and they seem to appear and disappear into nothing. Almost like a-
SQWAAWK, SQUAWWK.
My thought was interrupted by a loud, unmistakable caw from above my head. And I swear, sitting in the first tree before the forest actually began, was a big, black, feathered bird.
The crow.
AN: So ya, kinda uneventful, but I have big things planned next chapter, so y'all keep hanging on, mmkay? Don't know why I suddenly went all weird with the y'all and stuff but yeah! Tarra! ~MoonShadow