Lost (still writing so unsure of title)

The girl turned her head sharply, making her hair fan out behind her. Her amber eyes squinting into the inky blackness that lay before her, searching for some sign that it was gone. Slightly reassured by the fact that she saw no movement, she attempted to slow her breathing, taking the cool air in her nose, and releasing it out her mouth. As her heart rate slowed, she became aware of a dull ache in her legs. She felt as if she had just sprinted a mile. Noticing a stray lock of her jet-black hair falling over her face, she reached up with her right hand to put the unruly tress behind her ear. She stifled a cry of agony as red hot pain shot up through her arm. She attempted to move the fingers of her right hand, but to no avail. In panic she tried her left fingers, and to her relief they worked as they should.
 
She sat down awkwardly, trying to hold her right arm horizontal with her left. The floor was cold, probably stone, it had a rough texture, something you wouldn't want to fall on. She crossed her legs, and placed her damaged limb on her lap. She wondered why her right arm was so wet. She tore away the pitifully soaked sleeve. She ran the fingers of her uninjured hand along her arm. It felt unnerving, her fingers brushed over what must have been previously open wounds, bulges and scabs lined her once smooth forearm, someone must have sewn up the wounds. To her horror she realized that her arm was wet with blood. She found this sickening, her stomach twisted in disgust. She picked up the torn fragments of her sleeve, and made an improvised sling, she slipped her right hand through it, and laced the sling around her neck.
 
Getting up she stumbled a few steps forward. Her foot splashed in what may have been her blood, she recoiled taking some steps backwards. She turned around and tried walking in that direction. Her outstretched hand came into contact with something cold, hard and bumpy. She reckoned it was a 'wall', and slid her hand right to find out. It continued for some time, then disappeared. She ran her hand along the last stretch of 'wall', and slowed as she reached the end. The 'wall' took a sharp left, what would be called a corner in most parts of the world. She continued to walk along, using the 'wall' as her guide.
 
After a while, her head began to throb, as well as her hurt arm. She grew tired, her hope of successful escape waned. As she rounded yet another corner, she glimpsed a white light it the distance. This strengthened her resolve greatly, as hope returned to her, fueling her weary limbs. Soon the light was near, and as she walked closer, she shielded her eyes from the glare of light in a darkened world. She approached the light, it was a giant orb, bigger then herself times two. She suddenly had an impulse to reach up and touch the glowing orb, she didn't resist the urge, she was too dazed by the beauty of such a thing to care. She touched it, the orb rippled like water. Then she closed her eyes and walked into the light.

It consumed her, entirely.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in a beautiful garden. Lilies, roses and violets were the only flowers she could identify from the forest of flora that lay before her, she smiled at the spectacle. Looking up she noticed the sky was a strange violet hue. Try as she might she couldn't find a direct source of light, the garden seemed to be lit by nothing, but everything. She pondered this for a minute, then she looked out into the forest. It was strangely heartening to be sorrounded by so much beauty after spending such a long time in darkness. A small creek trickled to her right, suddenly she remembered how thirsty she was and ran to it, drinking deeply. The water ran down her throat, cooling her dry inards. Satified that her thirst was quenched, she stood up and wiped the water droplets from her face. To her delight she noticed she could move her right hand and arm easily, the scars were gone. Noticing a grey flat rock adorned with food. She did not know what kind of food it was, nor did she care. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. Pastries, rolls with some kind of fruit jam smeared over it, what looked like turnovers. All these things all lay on the small rock.


She slowly edged closer to the richly adorned table, she reached out tentatively to a pastry, half expecting some evil to befall her. To her relief nothing happened as she took a bite out of the pastry, it's flavours exploding in her bittered mouth. She swallowed, and shivered as the warm food reached her stomach. An intoxicating euphoria swept through her as she dug into the trove.


After she had eaten her fill, a wave of exhaustion swept through her. Nearly making her topple over. She yawned. Finding a patch of soft heath, she lay down and curled up on her side, the soft heath pressing her hair against her head.
Her last thought was: "Where was all the wildlife? "
Then she was asleep, walking in the land of dreams, Something moved from behind the creek, it moved over to the rock the girl had eaten at, it seemed like nothing more than a shadow at the speed it moved.

The knife slid neatly between his ribs, stopping his heart, and staining his expensive robes with his blood. A gurgle escaped the dead man's throat as the knife was pulled from his body. He was pushed over the balcony, and his body made a wet crunch as it hit the marble floor below. His killer turned around and walked swiftly in the opposite direction, slipping the knife under the folds of his billowing black cloak. The black clad man walked through an archway, and took a left down the stairs, making for the exit. A scream tore through the building as one of the servants found the body. Two guards clad in scale armor ran past, oblivious that the murderer lay in front of them. The man smiled to himself, "So fast asleep these men are." he thought.
"They are like sheep, following, always following, never stopping to contemplate the precipice that they stand upon. So sad..."
He smiled. It felt good to know he was more then an aimless part of the crowd.
The man clad in black strode through the foyer, and out the gate. He mingled with the crowd that lay outside in the market square, making for the tavern, his work was done.