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05-09-13 05:06 AM
Singelli is Offline
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Singelli is Offline
| ID: 794598 | 1393 Words
Singelli
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VIZ: 3147678
POSTS: 3950/8698
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VIZ: 3147678
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Chapter 1 I slowly awoke from my slumber, grains of dirt sticking to my skin and a wisp of hair trying to invade my pupil. At first I could only concentrate on the brown curl as I bothered to wonder why it was there, lazily batting my eyes as I tried to dislodge it. As my cheek moved with that motion, however, I became aware of the fact that I was wet.... quite wet, actually. Curiosity arousing me to more of my senses, I began to first notice the sound of water gently lulling behind me and I realized that I was lying on a beach. The sounds of gulls could be heard over the quiet lapping, and movement was somewhere beyond my restricted sight. How did I get on a beach, and why was I here? In fact... who was I? I tried to sort through the millions of questions that started zipping through my head, but they were quickly interrupted by a sharp noise as though some object had snapped. A few half-seconds later, and I realized the sound resonated from my own numb cheek, a dirty hand testing for a reaction. Turning my head slightly, I caught a glimpse of the offender from the corner of my eyes and found that I had no voice. Parched? Natural? I was astounded by the fact that I had no clue, and I squinted my eyes at the female figure leaning over me. Her face, crowned with dirty blond hair pulled back in a sloppy bun, was astute and etched into what seemed to be a permanent frown. Forest green eyes scrutinized my own as her hand gripped my chin and more accurately forced my face towards hers. I grunted! Relieved that I had a voice after all, my ears received the shock of a human voice. "Well, at least she's alive." With the emotionless statement, the woman released my chin and my head fell rather harshly with the support unexpectedly taken away. I heard the footsteps quietly pad away, and movement continued beyond my sight, unperturbed in even the slightest way. Who was I, again? My brain raced for any kind of memory or hint on what had happened. I could recognize objects clearly, and my thoughts seemed well enough organized that I was sure I didn't have to doubt my sanity. But why had the woman totally disregarded me as a confused human being? I slowly sat up and coughed as my lungs adjusted to the freedom to stretch. Fresh air swept into my lungs as I let my eyes adjust to the light. It never dawned on me to look down at my own condition first, and instead, I took a survey of my surroundings. Surprisingly, there were three buildings in the area. They were crude and reminiscent of cave- man dwellings, their walls formed by stones carefully stacked on top of each other and cemented together with some gray sand like substance. Each building couldn't have been more than 25 feet by 25 feet, and each was clearly worn by weather and frequent use. The beach was littered with other signs of habitation. Fire pits, bones, racks with strips of meat hanging on them, and even a few hide rags adorned the dirt around the buildings. A small strip of land to the west of one building even appeared as though it had been farmed and taken care of. Overall, however, the place looked primitive. To my surprise,however, the austere woman apparently was not the only person living in it. It only took seconds to spot her town mates. One man sat on a well-worn boulder, diligently bent over a small fire as he handled a needle and some hide. His hands flew quickly over his stitches and he hummed almost inaudibly, his brown hair sometimes falling into his eyes before he reached up to push it back behind his ear. Another man seemed totally uninterested in everything around him, lying back with his eyes closed towards the sky. His spread eagled legs and black, disheveled hair only complimented the dirt and soot which covered most of his clothing and skin. He wore the same man-made clothing as the other man..... tough hides cut sloppily and stitched together to form a tunic, some pants, and very basic shoes. It was then that I turned my attention to the woman for a more thorough glance over. Her fingers ran over the edge of a flat piece of bone. She seemed to contemplate what had been doing before the interruption of my arrival, but her thoughts quickly turned to action. Deftly, she began to scrape the bone against what appeared to be a rather small piece of leather in her hands. My attention was drawn to the flash of pearls around her neck, and for a moment I was too stunned to truly take in the oddity of such a piece. Without glancing up from her work, she slowly got to her feet and turned towards the west most building, and her voice broke the awkward silence. "Your boat sunk and everyone else died, I reckon." Before I could respond, she disappeared into the shadows of the building, and I stared, agape. A boat sunk. Apparently I was on that boat. And everyone else with me had died. I placed a hand on my forehead as I tried to take it all in, and I could feel the way the dirt of the beach had left it's mark. Breathe, I told myself. My thoughts seemed not to care about my own advice, however, and I once more felt overwhelmed with the unknown. Why was I on a boat? Did I know anyone on the boat? Did I... love anyone on that boat? Where was I going? Gulping back tears, I was jolted to reality as the sewing man gave up his humming. "You're going to be okay," the voice said quietly, and I quickly glanced up to notice midnight blue eyes softly gauging my reaction to the news. "I don't... I don't...." was all I could manage, and the man watched me quietly for a few seconds before relieving me of my misery. "Forget it," he said. "What's your name?" My name. I didn't even know my own name. I became frustrated... I didn't want to talk. Suddenly, anger consumed my body and not knowing a justification for the anger, I also became confused. What did I have to be mad about? Should I be mad? Was there anything I lost worth being mad over? Not able to answer these questions, I grit my teeth and turned my back to the two men. The hairs rose on the back of my neck as I considered the fact that there might be other people living here. Was I to be stuck here? Why the casual behavior? Why was the place so primitive? And why, oh why was I more worried about the stuff I saw now, instead of the things I could not remember from then? I stared out over the ocean, unwilling to talk. I half expected the man to apologize or offer condolences, but no more words came and I imagined him shrugging and getting back to his perpetual sewing. As though to confirm, soft humming filled the air once more, and it was accompanied by my growling stomach. These people hadn't even offered me food? I glanced over to the farmed land and noted that the vegetation appeared to be largely potatoes. Rows upon rows of the stunted growth seemed to be my only option for now, so with my shoulders high in discomfort, I stiffly got to my feet and moved towards the farm. Nothing was said. It was eerie, really, but I had no clue what else to do. I was pretty sure one didn't grow up being taught how to handle situations like these. The first attempt at pulling up a spud only ended in a handful of green, and so I returned to my knees and slowly dug more carefully, unearthing some of the dirty brown lumps. Bringing one to my mouth, I took a bite of the bitter flesh of the potato, grimaced at the harshness of the flavor against my buds, and pondered how I was going to get out of this place. I slowly awoke from my slumber, grains of dirt sticking to my skin and a wisp of hair trying to invade my pupil. At first I could only concentrate on the brown curl as I bothered to wonder why it was there, lazily batting my eyes as I tried to dislodge it. As my cheek moved with that motion, however, I became aware of the fact that I was wet.... quite wet, actually. Curiosity arousing me to more of my senses, I began to first notice the sound of water gently lulling behind me and I realized that I was lying on a beach. The sounds of gulls could be heard over the quiet lapping, and movement was somewhere beyond my restricted sight. How did I get on a beach, and why was I here? In fact... who was I? I tried to sort through the millions of questions that started zipping through my head, but they were quickly interrupted by a sharp noise as though some object had snapped. A few half-seconds later, and I realized the sound resonated from my own numb cheek, a dirty hand testing for a reaction. Turning my head slightly, I caught a glimpse of the offender from the corner of my eyes and found that I had no voice. Parched? Natural? I was astounded by the fact that I had no clue, and I squinted my eyes at the female figure leaning over me. Her face, crowned with dirty blond hair pulled back in a sloppy bun, was astute and etched into what seemed to be a permanent frown. Forest green eyes scrutinized my own as her hand gripped my chin and more accurately forced my face towards hers. I grunted! Relieved that I had a voice after all, my ears received the shock of a human voice. "Well, at least she's alive." With the emotionless statement, the woman released my chin and my head fell rather harshly with the support unexpectedly taken away. I heard the footsteps quietly pad away, and movement continued beyond my sight, unperturbed in even the slightest way. Who was I, again? My brain raced for any kind of memory or hint on what had happened. I could recognize objects clearly, and my thoughts seemed well enough organized that I was sure I didn't have to doubt my sanity. But why had the woman totally disregarded me as a confused human being? I slowly sat up and coughed as my lungs adjusted to the freedom to stretch. Fresh air swept into my lungs as I let my eyes adjust to the light. It never dawned on me to look down at my own condition first, and instead, I took a survey of my surroundings. Surprisingly, there were three buildings in the area. They were crude and reminiscent of cave- man dwellings, their walls formed by stones carefully stacked on top of each other and cemented together with some gray sand like substance. Each building couldn't have been more than 25 feet by 25 feet, and each was clearly worn by weather and frequent use. The beach was littered with other signs of habitation. Fire pits, bones, racks with strips of meat hanging on them, and even a few hide rags adorned the dirt around the buildings. A small strip of land to the west of one building even appeared as though it had been farmed and taken care of. Overall, however, the place looked primitive. To my surprise,however, the austere woman apparently was not the only person living in it. It only took seconds to spot her town mates. One man sat on a well-worn boulder, diligently bent over a small fire as he handled a needle and some hide. His hands flew quickly over his stitches and he hummed almost inaudibly, his brown hair sometimes falling into his eyes before he reached up to push it back behind his ear. Another man seemed totally uninterested in everything around him, lying back with his eyes closed towards the sky. His spread eagled legs and black, disheveled hair only complimented the dirt and soot which covered most of his clothing and skin. He wore the same man-made clothing as the other man..... tough hides cut sloppily and stitched together to form a tunic, some pants, and very basic shoes. It was then that I turned my attention to the woman for a more thorough glance over. Her fingers ran over the edge of a flat piece of bone. She seemed to contemplate what had been doing before the interruption of my arrival, but her thoughts quickly turned to action. Deftly, she began to scrape the bone against what appeared to be a rather small piece of leather in her hands. My attention was drawn to the flash of pearls around her neck, and for a moment I was too stunned to truly take in the oddity of such a piece. Without glancing up from her work, she slowly got to her feet and turned towards the west most building, and her voice broke the awkward silence. "Your boat sunk and everyone else died, I reckon." Before I could respond, she disappeared into the shadows of the building, and I stared, agape. A boat sunk. Apparently I was on that boat. And everyone else with me had died. I placed a hand on my forehead as I tried to take it all in, and I could feel the way the dirt of the beach had left it's mark. Breathe, I told myself. My thoughts seemed not to care about my own advice, however, and I once more felt overwhelmed with the unknown. Why was I on a boat? Did I know anyone on the boat? Did I... love anyone on that boat? Where was I going? Gulping back tears, I was jolted to reality as the sewing man gave up his humming. "You're going to be okay," the voice said quietly, and I quickly glanced up to notice midnight blue eyes softly gauging my reaction to the news. "I don't... I don't...." was all I could manage, and the man watched me quietly for a few seconds before relieving me of my misery. "Forget it," he said. "What's your name?" My name. I didn't even know my own name. I became frustrated... I didn't want to talk. Suddenly, anger consumed my body and not knowing a justification for the anger, I also became confused. What did I have to be mad about? Should I be mad? Was there anything I lost worth being mad over? Not able to answer these questions, I grit my teeth and turned my back to the two men. The hairs rose on the back of my neck as I considered the fact that there might be other people living here. Was I to be stuck here? Why the casual behavior? Why was the place so primitive? And why, oh why was I more worried about the stuff I saw now, instead of the things I could not remember from then? I stared out over the ocean, unwilling to talk. I half expected the man to apologize or offer condolences, but no more words came and I imagined him shrugging and getting back to his perpetual sewing. As though to confirm, soft humming filled the air once more, and it was accompanied by my growling stomach. These people hadn't even offered me food? I glanced over to the farmed land and noted that the vegetation appeared to be largely potatoes. Rows upon rows of the stunted growth seemed to be my only option for now, so with my shoulders high in discomfort, I stiffly got to my feet and moved towards the farm. Nothing was said. It was eerie, really, but I had no clue what else to do. I was pretty sure one didn't grow up being taught how to handle situations like these. The first attempt at pulling up a spud only ended in a handful of green, and so I returned to my knees and slowly dug more carefully, unearthing some of the dirty brown lumps. Bringing one to my mouth, I took a bite of the bitter flesh of the potato, grimaced at the harshness of the flavor against my buds, and pondered how I was going to get out of this place. |
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