The Beginning: The Cave of Painting
The girl ran and ran, until she tired, and, when she had realized she had ran straight into a cave with peculiar paintings lining the walls...
"Where could I possibly be?" Saharey asked herself as she walked slowly, beginning to work her way down the cave's length. She was surprised to have stumbled upon such a trove of artwork, especially in a deserted place like this.
She stopped in front of a dully colored painting to her left.
"The Black-Chested White Rabbit...," Saharey murmured quietly. The painting depicted a boy with bright white rabbit ears who seemed a year or two older then her, and he was pointing a gun straight out in front of him. From the way it was painted, it almost looked like the boy was glaring at him, the way his ashen locks fell over his eyes. And the most peculiar thing was that the boy had a large black clock painted in the middle of his chest. "How very strange..."
Saharey continued to walk slowly, admiring the many pictures that lined the walls, whether they be of person or object or thing. As she walked, pictures of clocks and castles and amusement parks filled her sight.
"Amazing," she mused to herself. "Why aren't these paintings where many can see them?"
She kept her slow pace as she observed each painting...that is, until she heard a slightly deep voice from behind her.
'Saharey...Saharey...come and play~...'
Saharey whirled around to see who was there.
"Hello?" she called out. She realized no one was there. "Silly me, I must have been mistaken..."
She then resumed walking down the cave's length, moving a bit more swiftly now. She caught glimpses of the paintings that surrounded her, and she noticed they seemed to be getting...darker, to say the least. Hands with bloody clocks in them, people with gaping black holes for eyes, wars being waged in the most brutal of matters.
Then, eventually, the paintings started becoming scarcer and scarcer, until they finally disappeared. And, at that point, Saharey had reached the end of the tunnel.
A lone painting was placed against the tall, curved back of the cave, it's golden frame glistening. It revealed a hole in a grass green field, and, above the hole, was a pink glass vial with a heart cap. There was a larger caption beneath this picture as well.
'Heart Medicine,' the caption read. 'Drink it, and you will go to the place you wish to be most.'
"That's...interesting," Saharey muttered to herself.
A bright light suddenly blinded her and she fell backwards onto the stone ground. When the light died down, she noticed that the frame of the painting had disappeared. The grass in the painting seemed to sway, as though an invisible wind was pushing it lightly. And, sitting next to the hole, holding the heart medicine, sat the white rabbit from the earlier painting.
Saharey stood back up, dusting herself off as she stood. She looked at the painting and noticed the change.
"What..?" Saharey mused. "He wasn't there before!"
She slowly lifted a hand to touch the painting, but before she could...
...a white gloved hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her, head first, into the painting.
And so began her journey...
