Misty's POV
Something aint right. My stomach always turns during a storm, but never like this. It's like my heart is flip flopping around like a fished that's been washed up on shore.
I don't know why, usually I stay holed up in my shack until the rain passes, but all my instincts are telling me to go outside. Nit being one to question nature, i wrap a shawl around my head to at least stay a little dry, and go out into the rain.
The swamp air is cool for a June night and the rain is down right cold. My feet carry me urgently north, closer to town. As i approach the road the churning in my chest only gets worse.
A strange ringing noise blares over the night time sounds of crickets, wind, and the rain. I'm drawn to it. Sharp rocks scratch the bottom of my bare feet, but I 'm too consumed by the urgency I feel inside me to notice.
Flipped upside down, smoking in the mud, is a small black car. Panic courses through my veins, fueling adrenaline, as i run up to the 's a woman trapped inside!
She must have been what called me here. I need to save her! I yank on the door desperately trying to open it but it doesn't budge. The woman is unconscious. Blood gushes from a wound in her forehead.
My heart pounds faster and faster as the blood keeps dripping. I feel inexplicably connected to this woman. I can sense the magic within her, but even more so I can sense the beauty and kindness of her soul.
The car window is smashed. Crawling through the small glass opening I manage to unbuckle her seat-belt and ease her out of the car. She is beautiful despite the gashes. I'm not particularly strong but I'm able to lift her into my arms and carry her back to my shack. The whole way I whisper to her:
"Come on darlin. We're almost there; come on, you can make it. You'll be okay darlin. I can tell you're a fighter and i need you t fight for me now. Don't give up darlin."
Her skin is burning up. Laying this mysterious woman down on my bed, I tend to her wounds, gently coating the cut and bruises in mud. As I apply the healing mud I can feel her fever going down, which puts me at ease. I hadn't realized how terrified I'd been until now.
I carefully remove her dirty clothes and replace them with a clean white nightgown. Sitting down on the bed beside her, I delicately brush her hair out of her face. I'm scared that if I don't watch her something bad will happen to her again.
I don't even know her name, but i do know that she doesn't deserve this pain. For some reason I feel a need to protect her, even with my life if needed.
As I pull a blanket over her she blinks her eyes open. Two dark chocolate orbs gaze up at me, shimmering with tears. In this moment everything falls into place. This mysterious woman, with eyes that pentetrate my soul, is the tribe I've been looking for.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" Her voice is small and she stutters from coming back to consciousness. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
"You're not dead darlin', you're safe now. Don't be scared, I'll protect you. Just try and get some rest darlin."
The woman gazes at me, struggling to lift her hand. I reach my own hand out and hold hers gently. "Please don't leave me."
"I won't darlin. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." I kiss her knuckles, wanting to comfort her and take all her pain away. Tears fall from her eyes but she smiles softly.
"Thank you." Slowly her eyes close again and a deep sleep overtakes her.
That whole night i never let go of her hand. I lay next to her, making sure that her fever stays down. The magic in my veins seems to connect with hers, like two perfect puzzle pieces. For the first time since I was burnt at the stake, I don't feel alone.