The Culling

I feel the cold stone under my body as i lay on the hardened once poliched surface. The wind ran howlingly through the ruins as if searching for me, but i had found myself a dry spot in a dark coner where it could not reach.

 

I breath in deeply, the scent of my suroundings filling my nostriel with every breath; the dust and mold around me, the old forest and the faint presence of something unnerving makes my nose wrinkle.

 

I pull the bedroll tighter around me trying to hold warm. Should i have started that fire? Was i getting to paranoid?

Maybe i could learn to use the same inner fire Jas had told me about?

 

Jas..!

 

The pain i had pushed back into the deepest part of my mind in an attemt to hide it away, trying to disconnect, to let it become nothing more than a weak pounding in the back of my mind.

Hidden away by the inner turmoil and huddled thoughts, drowned in the inner storm that kept threathening to rip me apart from the inside out till my guts lay sprayed over most of this bloody forest.

The pain hits like a sledgehammer, i can almost feel my teeth getting nocked loose.

I manage to hold the whimpering back as i bite hard on my lip until the nausiating tast of iron filled my mouth.

 

I need to pull myself together and meet him...

 

I crawl out from my bedroll another night without sleep it seems but i am getting use to it.

The icy wind ding into my soft flesh digging deep into my bones the second my body is no longer protected by the bedroll.

 

I start to pack my things together which dosent take long, not much to pack when you need to run with it as well.

I walk down to the small creek running just outside the ruin, the splash some water in my head to get the blood running.

The icy droplets chill my skin and cool me into the core like icy tallons gripping for my heart. My teeth start to chatter as i sit on my knees bend over the small creek. The reflection in the water catches my eyes and i hardly recognice the young girl i see starring back at me. Her large almondshaped blue eyes seem empty, the dark shadows running around them. She looks malnurished, the once golden hair hangs in dreads around her face, the sunken cheeks and her dry and cracked lips.

The clothes hands loosley on her looking like rags from the dirt and cuts.

I do not notice as i clenche my fists, my jaw tightens and i snarre coldly at the girl in the water as i brings my hands down into the reflection.

 

A moment later i sit feeling shamfully stupid as i feel the wind taking advantage of the wet clothes and the exposed pale skin. I look to the cuts and bruises sprayed all over my body.

 

Guess i need to find a city or something to get cleaned up and maybe a healer, as most of the cuts are shallow it should not be difficult to heal.

 

I go back to the ruins and pulls what little i have onto my back and starts to run further north. The running comes so easy to me now, i run like a deer between the trees almost without sound.

 

 

A dark figure follows her like her shadow always watching... waiting...