Prologue Chapter 2- A Wanderer
She woke up, her eyes fluttering open, and with her awakening came the pain. There was an excrutiating pain in her head, drowning out the pain of the cuts and scrapes that she had as well. It caused her to roll into a ball, a groan escaping her lips as her hands came up to touch her head, feeling a wet stickiness amongst her hair. Gasping softly she would try and sit up before a wave of dizziness overtook her making her lean down to focus. Slowly the dizziness left her and allowed her to sit up fully, her eyes looking around what appeared to be the wreckage of someone's home. Spotting a large shard of reflective glass she would make her way to her feet unsteadily, shaking as she stood, unmoving for a moment. Once she had gained steadiness on her feet she stumbled towards it, tripping over broken table and chairs, although she didn't pay much attention to what she was stumbling over she just had an overwhelming need to get to that shard that caught the light and shined. There was no real reason that she could think of that caused such urgency within her. Finally she would reach it and fell to her knees before she grasped the sides of the large shard of mirror and lifted it up so that she could peer into it. However, what she saw would bother her the most as she came face to face with the image of someone entirely unfamiliar to her. Staring back at her was a girl of about 16 years old, with long silky pink hair and red eyes. Sitting atop the girls head was a pair of black cat's ears, that would twitch as she inspected what she saw. Vaguely she would wonder what had happened to the girl, as she saw that there were scratches and gashes scored across her face and blood seemed to be leaking from her hair, probably from a head wound. However, as she moved slightly, some strands of hair would fall into her face, as well as the girl looking out at her. Eyes moving she would look at the color of the hair, then back to the color of the girl's hair in the shard. Slowly, she realized what she was looking at... she was looking at herself and before making that connection she hadn't known that. It made a lump rise in her throat that she tried to swallow down but couldn't as she just sat there and stared.
"Wh-who am I?" Her voice came out in a soft and hoarse squeak, as she tried to question the image that she saw, but unfortunately it wasn't offering up any answers. Sighing softly she'd place it down before she rose to her feet, her eyes scanning over the wreckage of the home. Had this been her home? Had this been where her family lived? What had happened? Was there anyone else in the house when this had happened? Those questions ran through her mind as she stood there, trying to stay calm. She decided to search the debris for anyone else, because if she had survived, perhaps someone else had too?
"Hello?! Can anyone hear me?" She called out as she hesitantly stepped forward, still looking intently for a sign of anything. No answer would come to her, as silence enclosed around her until she stepped forward and began to actively search for something, someone, anything. It was then that she would spot a limb that protruded from a particularily large pile of rubble. It was someone's hand and arm that seemed to be reaching out for the sky. Biting her lip she made her way over with apprehension. Maybe the person was just unconcious? She tried to convince herself of that idea, as she began to shift pieces of ceiling, trying to dig out the person that belonged to the arm.
It was late morning as she had awoken and as she tried digging whoever it was out, she would finally get to them when the sun was still bright had began it's descent. Moving the last and fairly heavy chunk of debris she would gasp and step back as she saw the sight that awaited her. Beneath was the body of an adult man, his body crushed horribly and she knew that he was dead. Dropping to her knees she would begin to cry, tears running freely down her face. She didn't know why exactly that she was crying so much, but she couldn't stop herself. For some reason she felt like she had lost someone that she'd held dear, and it didn't help that she didn't know why.
Eventually the tears would stop, as she sniffled and climbed to her feet again, her black tail hanging limply behind her. Glancing around she would see what happened to be obviously the backyard, which seemed to have survived the disaster almost completely. It was a beautiful yard, with a big old tree in the middle of it, it's branches stretching outwards before drooping down. As she stared at it, she remembered that it was called a Weeping Willow. A fitting name, she thought to herself bitterly. Sighing softly she picked her way out of the wrecked house, and walked until she stood underneath the tree's boughs, gazing upwards. For some reason, a thought occurred to her, that the man she had just cried over would have wanted to be buried here, and he deserved to be lain to rest. So with a deep breath she would begin to dig in the dirt with her hands, shovelling out the dirt with her fingertips.
It took a long time for her to do it, but finally when the sky was darkening she finished digging out a grave for him. Her fingers were raw and bleeding but through the pain she hadn't been able to bring herself to stop. And now, as if she was in a trance she climbed from the hole and made her way back over to his body. Carefully and gently she would extract his body from where he'd been buried and carried it over to the hole she had dug. Everything she was doing at the moment seemed automatic, as she lowered his body down and began to bury him within his final resting place. And the sky had darkened to night when she'd finshed putting the dirt back, and she found herself standing by his grave. Gazing down, a single tear would roll down her cheek to splatter on the ground before turning her back and going back to the wreckage.
Earlier, when she had been searching she had found a blanket that was barely torn and would work for covering and shifting things around she built herself a small makeshift shelter that she would curl up under. Laying there with the blanket covering her, she knew she would be crying if she had any more tears to cry, but she was so exhausted she didn't have time to worry about as she slipped into a dreamless slumber.
When the sun rose the next day, it's bright rays would touch her face, forcing her to wake up. With a wide yawn, she would stretch and climbed out from underneath the makeshift shelter, her eyes going towards the rising sun. And still she had no idea who she was or anything like that at all. It was a depressing thought, but she would push it aside as it occured to her that she should probably do what she could to survive, as it didn't appear that the house was near any settlements. With that thought she began to once again dig through the rubble, looking for anything that might come in handy, ignoring the aches and pains she was now feeling. Her fingers which she'd dug with until they were raw, and the injuries she had sustained prior, that although deep in some places and such weren't bad enough to hamper her.
It would take her until the sun was setting to finally be satisfied with what she found. Sitting in a pile was a bag, with the blanket she had found on top, with one set of surviving clothing that she could only assume was hers. Sitting beside that pile was a chest she had found in the back section of the house, and that held some surprisingly good items. Inside was a cloak in good condition, made of a nice warm material that was black. There was also food that wasn't rotten and would last a bit, some kinds of jerky, bread, a canteen, and cheese. The most interesting items however was the book titled 'Elemental Energy', and a pair of claw like weapons that appeared to be able to be slipped over one's knuckles. She'd just left bag and clothing beside the trunk, planning on packing it all right before she left. But right now she was tired, physically and emotionally and needed some time with her thoughts. Having gone into the backyard again, she'd climbed the tree and now sat high in it's branches, hugging the main trunk as she leaned up against it, her eyes gazing outwards.
Sitting there, she would contemplate about what she should do, what direction she should go in. And she had no idea if there was anyone out there that knew here, so she would just have to pick a direction and go that way. Unfortunately, even sitting in the tree she couldn't see any sign of civilization, realizing that where she was now was quite isolated. A fact that would cause her to sigh as she tried to make her decision. It wasn't easy but she finally decided on which way to go, but as the sun was setting that would spend one more night here before she set off, not wanting to travel in the darkness. Even though she had made her decision she would stay where she sat for a little while longer before she leapt from the tree and easily landed on her feet. She was part cat after all. After getting down from the tree she would move everything she had gathered closer to her makeshift shelter before she curled up underneath it again, with the blanket pulled up over her.
Although her muscles were still sore and she was tired from everything she'd done the last two days, sleep wouldn't come easily to her this night. She tried to keep her thoughts from invading her mind, but it was a losing battle as she couldn't seem to stop thinking about the fact that she didn't even know who she was. She didn't know what she was, where she was from, if she had family, all the important information that could mean the difference between death and survival. Also, she felt horrible that she couldn't even remember the name of the man that she had buried, and that she couldn't properly honor him until then.
Eventually however she would drift into a dreamless sleep again, curled up in a small ball, huddled beneath that blanket. Tomorrow she would start her new life, tomorrow would be the day that she ventured out on her own...
"Wh-who am I?" Her voice came out in a soft and hoarse squeak, as she tried to question the image that she saw, but unfortunately it wasn't offering up any answers. Sighing softly she'd place it down before she rose to her feet, her eyes scanning over the wreckage of the home. Had this been her home? Had this been where her family lived? What had happened? Was there anyone else in the house when this had happened? Those questions ran through her mind as she stood there, trying to stay calm. She decided to search the debris for anyone else, because if she had survived, perhaps someone else had too?
"Hello?! Can anyone hear me?" She called out as she hesitantly stepped forward, still looking intently for a sign of anything. No answer would come to her, as silence enclosed around her until she stepped forward and began to actively search for something, someone, anything. It was then that she would spot a limb that protruded from a particularily large pile of rubble. It was someone's hand and arm that seemed to be reaching out for the sky. Biting her lip she made her way over with apprehension. Maybe the person was just unconcious? She tried to convince herself of that idea, as she began to shift pieces of ceiling, trying to dig out the person that belonged to the arm.
It was late morning as she had awoken and as she tried digging whoever it was out, she would finally get to them when the sun was still bright had began it's descent. Moving the last and fairly heavy chunk of debris she would gasp and step back as she saw the sight that awaited her. Beneath was the body of an adult man, his body crushed horribly and she knew that he was dead. Dropping to her knees she would begin to cry, tears running freely down her face. She didn't know why exactly that she was crying so much, but she couldn't stop herself. For some reason she felt like she had lost someone that she'd held dear, and it didn't help that she didn't know why.
Eventually the tears would stop, as she sniffled and climbed to her feet again, her black tail hanging limply behind her. Glancing around she would see what happened to be obviously the backyard, which seemed to have survived the disaster almost completely. It was a beautiful yard, with a big old tree in the middle of it, it's branches stretching outwards before drooping down. As she stared at it, she remembered that it was called a Weeping Willow. A fitting name, she thought to herself bitterly. Sighing softly she picked her way out of the wrecked house, and walked until she stood underneath the tree's boughs, gazing upwards. For some reason, a thought occurred to her, that the man she had just cried over would have wanted to be buried here, and he deserved to be lain to rest. So with a deep breath she would begin to dig in the dirt with her hands, shovelling out the dirt with her fingertips.
It took a long time for her to do it, but finally when the sky was darkening she finished digging out a grave for him. Her fingers were raw and bleeding but through the pain she hadn't been able to bring herself to stop. And now, as if she was in a trance she climbed from the hole and made her way back over to his body. Carefully and gently she would extract his body from where he'd been buried and carried it over to the hole she had dug. Everything she was doing at the moment seemed automatic, as she lowered his body down and began to bury him within his final resting place. And the sky had darkened to night when she'd finshed putting the dirt back, and she found herself standing by his grave. Gazing down, a single tear would roll down her cheek to splatter on the ground before turning her back and going back to the wreckage.
Earlier, when she had been searching she had found a blanket that was barely torn and would work for covering and shifting things around she built herself a small makeshift shelter that she would curl up under. Laying there with the blanket covering her, she knew she would be crying if she had any more tears to cry, but she was so exhausted she didn't have time to worry about as she slipped into a dreamless slumber.
When the sun rose the next day, it's bright rays would touch her face, forcing her to wake up. With a wide yawn, she would stretch and climbed out from underneath the makeshift shelter, her eyes going towards the rising sun. And still she had no idea who she was or anything like that at all. It was a depressing thought, but she would push it aside as it occured to her that she should probably do what she could to survive, as it didn't appear that the house was near any settlements. With that thought she began to once again dig through the rubble, looking for anything that might come in handy, ignoring the aches and pains she was now feeling. Her fingers which she'd dug with until they were raw, and the injuries she had sustained prior, that although deep in some places and such weren't bad enough to hamper her.
It would take her until the sun was setting to finally be satisfied with what she found. Sitting in a pile was a bag, with the blanket she had found on top, with one set of surviving clothing that she could only assume was hers. Sitting beside that pile was a chest she had found in the back section of the house, and that held some surprisingly good items. Inside was a cloak in good condition, made of a nice warm material that was black. There was also food that wasn't rotten and would last a bit, some kinds of jerky, bread, a canteen, and cheese. The most interesting items however was the book titled 'Elemental Energy', and a pair of claw like weapons that appeared to be able to be slipped over one's knuckles. She'd just left bag and clothing beside the trunk, planning on packing it all right before she left. But right now she was tired, physically and emotionally and needed some time with her thoughts. Having gone into the backyard again, she'd climbed the tree and now sat high in it's branches, hugging the main trunk as she leaned up against it, her eyes gazing outwards.
Sitting there, she would contemplate about what she should do, what direction she should go in. And she had no idea if there was anyone out there that knew here, so she would just have to pick a direction and go that way. Unfortunately, even sitting in the tree she couldn't see any sign of civilization, realizing that where she was now was quite isolated. A fact that would cause her to sigh as she tried to make her decision. It wasn't easy but she finally decided on which way to go, but as the sun was setting that would spend one more night here before she set off, not wanting to travel in the darkness. Even though she had made her decision she would stay where she sat for a little while longer before she leapt from the tree and easily landed on her feet. She was part cat after all. After getting down from the tree she would move everything she had gathered closer to her makeshift shelter before she curled up underneath it again, with the blanket pulled up over her.
Although her muscles were still sore and she was tired from everything she'd done the last two days, sleep wouldn't come easily to her this night. She tried to keep her thoughts from invading her mind, but it was a losing battle as she couldn't seem to stop thinking about the fact that she didn't even know who she was. She didn't know what she was, where she was from, if she had family, all the important information that could mean the difference between death and survival. Also, she felt horrible that she couldn't even remember the name of the man that she had buried, and that she couldn't properly honor him until then.
Eventually however she would drift into a dreamless sleep again, curled up in a small ball, huddled beneath that blanket. Tomorrow she would start her new life, tomorrow would be the day that she ventured out on her own...
Prologue Chapter 2- A Wanderer
