Authors Note:
Tamerlain85 : Yes, romance is promised. I hope you stick around!
Elemental Dragon Slayer: Thank you , and yeah Arya does have a strange role, but I hope you'll grow to like it. She's my favorite character
Mark Silverwing : I really appreciate that you took the time to give me some advice. Thank you, your help gave me a few more followers' haha. I'm glad you liked the chapter
ticklethedragon1: Thank you so much!
Alright…into the fray we go!
Chapter 2: Day 1
Imagine yourself as a small, weightless feather; the sun on your face, the wind at your back, tranquility blissfully guiding you into a vast sky of endless journey... And then suddenly, your calming breeze evaporates and the sky is no longer a gift but a curse as the ground seeks you and death reaches out to claim his right. As you plummet from a dominion high, your life flashes before you and you see with regret that as a feather, you didn't accomplish much during your existence besides going where the wind carried you, and looking down upon others less fortunate…
I awoke buried in darkness.
Upon instinct, my immediate reaction was to move but a pain the likes of which I had never experienced before cascaded through me like wildfire and I was consumed by the sound of my own agonized screams.
Smoke in the air around me got sucked into my lungs at the action and my screams were soon substituted by a fit of body aching coughs. I could taste blood when the fits finally subdued and I began to desperately cry for help.
"Help!" I cried, "Somebody, anybody I'm trapped down here!"
Minutes of my pleading passed before I remembered that I had been part of a plane crash and that I was likely the only survivor.
As the revelation dawned on me, large tears began to mix with the blood running down my face and I cried in remorse for the life I could have lived. The pain was nothing compared to the knowledge of what I would be leaving behind.
The father I was to meet, the world I was supposed to see, my aunt and uncle. A wife and family someday…
It just wasn't fair.
As I cried, the smoke in the air thickened and I could feel its presence beginning to consume what bits of consciousness I had left.
I was going to die.
"Dear God." I sobbed, "Please be there for my family back home. They…They are going to need you Lord. I never ask for much from you but this…God this is going to kill them inside." I chocked on the air and began to cough up blood.
Setting my jaw tightly to ride the waves of pain I continued. "I plead with you; don't let them beat themselves up over this. It wasn't their fault…"
My thoughts began to fade and numbness began to overtake me. The pain slowly lessened and I felt my eye lids start to flutter shut.
I was suddenly vaguely aware of a commotion happening above me and then something was moved to the side in the darkness and a bright light shown down my face from above.
I cringed and blinked before squinting up at the disturbance and instantly registering a pair of solemn green eyes staring down at me.
The woman blinked once in shock before she was pushed aside and others took her place in the small ring of light.
Something cold struck me in the face and I immediately jolted upright only to gasp and wither in pain as my chest screamed at me with the movement. As I tossed and turned in the snow, I was approached by a tall man in a bundle of clothing, who knelt before me and pushed me down gently.
"Lay still. I apologize for that, but if I had not woken you... you would have been lost to us."
His voice was low and weary and he sounded quite old.
I looked up and tried to speak by failed, pain rolling off of me in waves.
"My name is Brom" he said, and as if to eliminate any confusion he continued slowly, "and you have been one of the few to survive the fatal plane crash of flight 192. There are not much of us, but we are not alone and that is better than I could have hoped for."
I nodded before my world began to tilt and only briefly registered Brom leaping out of the way as I emptied my stomach into the snow beside me. Exhaustion fell over me like the plague when i was finished and so I lied there before my own vomit, not caring about the eyes of the few survivors staring at me.
"I know it is a lot to take in… But you are going to have to shape up in order to survive and make it through all this." His hand came to rub slow circles on my back and I just cried.
How could this have happened, things like this aren't supposed to just happen!
The hand at my back left as Brom came to sit beside me, glancing wearily at the others around the fire. They were just as beaten up as me, if not more so. At my count, there were five of them.
five out of a total of nearly hundereds that had been on the plane with us.
"You should count your stars boy. Had that Indian lass over there not heard your prayers you'd be good as dead." Spoke a man who looked to be in his late thirties. He had short brown hair and a large gash running down his face starting at his hair line and ending at his chin.
I glanced towards where he had inclined and saw the woman off furthest from the fire, wrapped under an assortment of rallied jackets. Her dark midnight hair was still in its braid over her shoulder, but parts of it hung lose and shaped the curve of her cheek, hiding her features from me.
"Thank you for saving my life." I whispered weakly but sincerely as I whipped my mouth of the retching and was graced with the tiniest of nods. She did not turn to face me.
I glanced at the fire of burning luggage and smelt death as the wind picked up. A lump formed in my throat as I stared and thought of all the people that had died.
When Brom came and placed several layers of clothing over me, I ignored the pain in my chest at spoke up to my savior once more.
"What is it that you are looking for?"
She did not reply and a blonde haired woman across the fire laughed darkly, clutching at a rather nasty looking gash along her arm.
"Don't waste your time. She's a criminal if you haven't noticed and I doubt she even speaks English."
"We are not alone." warned a cool, richly accented voice, and all eyes snapped to the woman in question before a high pitched howl pierced the night.
The hair on my neck rose and I watched in horror as several pairs of luminescent yellow eyes light up in the darkness.
Dear god Protect us.
Author's note: stay tuned! -lioness