Hello! This is my first fanfiction, and I feel a bit nervous. I apologize if you do not like this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the game Skies of Arcadia. SEGA and Overworks own them. I wrote this story, but my friend wanted to help me by editing it, so some word are her's.
Please be kind in your reviews!
Lost
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She is hiding. She doesn't know who she is hiding from, but she knows her life is in danger.
Her hand feels stiff, as though clay has been baked onto it. She knows there is pain, but she can not give in.
Her eyes are watching one spot in the room. From her lookout, she can see the hewed legs of a table, as well as matching chairs.
There is blood on the floor.
Her chest is burning. She wonders meekly if it has anything to do with the story her mother was telling her.
She remembers. And she cries.
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When she wakes up, there are faces. Eyes turn to her as she abruptly shuts her own. She can not stop the tears. She feels as though her chest is breaking; it is hurting so much.
She feels something on her head. It is brushing her stiff hair, tucking it behind her ear. The motion is so much like what she misses, and she can no longer sustain any sobs.
She hears voices, but can not comprehend them. It is at this time that she gets afraid and struggles to get up. Her arm fails beneath her, and she falls again, letting a small cry leave her parched lips.
All at once, she is being crushed between arms. Someone's head is on her shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. More voices. She feels helpless as she feels her world trembling beneath her. Nothing is going right, and she doesn't know how to fix that.
Nothing is stopping her from letting go.
A hand grasps her own. Her arm tenses, sending nerve endings wild. The hand lets go.
She realizes there are aches in her legs. She feels as though she were running.
Suddenly wanting to, her eyes open. Her first sight is that of a creaking wooden ceiling. She puzzles over the fact. She can only remember stone. It is this thought that makes her wonder where she is. Turning her head, she sees a brown mop next to her. Studying the mop closely, she sees it's protruding from a head that was resting on the – bed? – she was lying on. She turns her head the other way and sees a door made of the same material as the ceiling.
And there is a woman.
The woman has long braided hair the color of flames. She is leaning against the wall, occasionally scuffing her leather boots on the floor. She is looking through an opening, with a blank expression on her eyes.
Her eyes feel heavy. She turns back to the mop next to her, and suddenly realizes that it is a man. She feels as though she knows him somewhere. She raises her arm and tentatively touches the mop. The man wakes up, turns his head, and sees her. He jumps up.
She is confused. The man talks loud, and the woman comes into sight. She sees the woman wearing a look of shock in her eyes, and her eyes then flit to the man. He is now looking at her, his blue eyes burning into her own. His face shows the similarities her mother told her. She is nervous, but she can not break the gaze of the man. The scar on his cheek is burning a hole in her chest. She wonders why.
The woman suddenly turns on her heel and glides over to the door, where she flings it open and heads out. The man breaks the bond and looks in the direction the woman left, calling her name. He looks back down at her. She feels comforted in his gaze, and feels as if she can not go on any longer. She closes her eyes, barely catching the last remainder of tears creeping down her cheek.
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He is lost. His mind is reeling as he takes in the sight of the immense monstrosity in front of him. He is scared, and he feels he has reason.
He longs to hear the voice talk to him, comfort him. He reaches into his jacket and takes out the pendant he had been fingering. It glows a dull yellow.
A voice is shrieking. He looks up, and his face lifts as another finally spots him. He is thrown a rope, and, stuffing the pendant back in it's pocket, he begins to climb.
It is a long climb. His head is splitting and his fingers can hardly hold on. He feels a hand grab his own, and he is pulled over a bar, and lands on a rocking wooden plane. His head hits the deck and he sees a man with a large black beard before he gives in to his exhaustion and loses consciousness.