Another world
I opened my eyes, suddenly aware of a presence. Under me, the damp earth was hard and uncomfortable. I lifted my eyes to the sky and almost screamed. There were two moons! Scrambling up, I kept staring at the twin orbs and placed my hand on the hilt of my father's sword to reassure myself. Around me, I felt eyes staring, gazing at my silhouette, analyzing me. I was standing in a small clearing, bushes surrounding it and apparently, I wasn't in friendly company. I could hear low, menacing growls and the husky scent of musk tickled my nostrils. This is bad... I pulled out my blade and waited in anguish. The circle of wolves closed around me, smaller and smaller until finally, I could make out every shape of the animals. They were ten or twelve perhaps, waiting for their leader to give the signal wich would start the whole massacre. On my side, I was ready to defend myself more or less properly. My father had thaught me the basics of sword-fight, much to my mother's disapproval. I raised my blade and waited.
An heart-stopping howl suddenly resonated in the whole clearing and I felt my heart sink in my chest. Once again, my emotions left my body and there was left only an empty shell, a fierce warrior with no will of its own. I was one with this mighty sword who carried all my childhood and my dreams. It was an extention of my arm, the prolongement of my spirit. I slashed around, spinning and pointing with the now bloodstained blade. Howls of pain reashured me that I was successful and soon, there was only me left and the heavy silence of the dead beasts. I had killed them all, their bodies scattered around and the grass was now damp with their blood. Panting, I walked towards the trees and let myself against one of them. the two moon shinned brightly over the meadow and I could see now the results of my battle. Everywere, cadavres lay still, frozen in death, their expressions of total hatred and most of all, hunger. Theirs dead eyes glimered and the sight of them staring, empty, at the sky made me nauseous. I pressed my fingers against the cool bark of the trunk behind me and closed my eyes. The sudden adrenaline rush had subsided for a dreadful feeling of lost and solitude. I was completly alone in the middle of an unknown forest, in an unknow land and in an unknown world!
A laugh made its way towards my lips and I bursted in tears. Laughing and crying at the same time, I whipped my sword with my shirt and placed it back in its scabbard, wich I managed to tie to my belt. My mind raced wildly and I didn't force it to calm. I must've gone mad that night, all of the past events hanging over me like death's scythe. That was, until lights reached my desolate spot and voices made their way to my ringing ears.
"Look at that! They're all dead!"
Men and women stepped in the circle of trees and walked between the dead wolves, their eyes wide in shock. I could make them out faintly. Some were strapped in what seemed like fairly heavy armours and the women carried torches, lighting their way.
"So much blood..."
The women were amazed and scared by the display of all these cadavres. They searched around, wondering and finally found me. I must've looked awfull, splattered in blood and dirt for they ran towards me but halted a few feets from my limp form. They brought their hands to their mouths and spoke between each other, waiting for the men.
"What is this?" asked a tall, armoured man.
One woman walked to his and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened and rested upon me, detailing. Again, he motioned to the others to stay back and walked carefully to me, as if I was a dangerous and wounded wild animal. He made a wide arc before coming nearer. He analyzed me closely, saw my dirty face and bloody shirt. His eyes half-closed when they fell on my sword and I felt the urge to clutch it as near as me as possible.
"Who are you?"
I didn't answer, I humanly could not. I was exhausted and
my mind was reduced to a sticky mush. Nothing sensible could escape
my lips. I just stared back at the knight. he detailed me more
and I felt uneasy. My nauseous stomach came back with a hit and I
couldn't repress the need to vomit. Trying hard not to move and alarm
him, I closed my eyes but to no avail. I couldn't restrain my fatigued
body. Without saying a word, I slipped into unconsciousness.
Notes: Sorry again, it's a bit short. I'm working on the
main plot wich should start about now. Unfortunatly, I had to make
my little Fay go trough all of this, it's part of the story! See
you in the next chapter!