19 May 2012
It was a light; simple.
A blinding, pulsating ball of light shone straight into my eyes, reflecting a bloody, scarlet beam at the dark cave wall. The red-faced girl grinned, white teeth bared, and grabbed my arm tightly. "Don't be scared, it's just a test," she sang. The light floated silently across the cave roof, shimmering, and I turned to the girl. "What is that?" I asked with a wary gaze. She skipped to the cave mouth, humming. "Light," she said. I frowned, "Well, I kind of guessed that part." The girl wasn't fazed though. "They warn us when the Faith are near by lighting up in the nearest cave." My head had started to ache. "The Faith?" I muttered faintly. "Yup. You really don't remember anything, do you?"
I frowned, trying to think about where I was before I woke up several days earlier. My mind was completely blank, but as I shut my eyes softly and concentrated, the silvery mist imprisoning my memories lifted slightly.
The girl lay on the edge of the cliff. A dark-haired, green eyed girl of about seven.
Kit had awoken a couple of metres away from the girl, but as she rubbed her head and staggered to her unstable feet, the young girl was gone. Kit's bleary eyes strained in the dark and made out two figures dragging the girl higher up the cliff's path. "Come on Kitten," growled the tall, also dark haired man.
They were halfway up a steep, winding cliff path, the moonlight flickering on the rippling sea miles below them. The rocky cliff edge looked and felt extremely unstable, and Kit saw that the top of the cliff fell away into a thin slither of rock. She frowned and forced her head resist the sharp, stabbing pain behind her eyes that was making it hard to see straight.
Kit stumbled up the path, tripping on twisted, gnarled roots of a tree she couldn't see. She struggled to keep up with the pair as they shoved the child higher and higher. The trio seemed out of reach, and Kit searched her mind for the reason that she was connected with this bizarre memory.
Suddenly, the steep path ended abruptly and she watched, horrified, as the girl was thrown to the edge, sobbing gently. The tiny figure crumpled onto the dusty ground and buried her head in her thin arms. The dark, exposed ledge they were standing on creaked under the weight of the two men, and the taller one laughed quietly. "She will not survive here." The shorter figure retreated into the darkness and whispered, "She is strong, sir." The taller man whirled around, grabbing the small boy by the throat. "You speak like that again and Kit won't be the only one on the edge," he snarled. The boy looked terrified, pale and shaking violently. "Y-es, sir," he squeaked.
But I didn't care about the boy. The tall man had said "Kit." The little girl... It's... Me?
I stared at the crippled figure, watched the knife glinting in the moonlight; and at the last minute yelled, "NO!" The taller man turned to face me, but his cold, somewhat familiar emerald eyes pierced right through me. I gazed down at my feet and realised for the first time that I was not really on the cliff side. My feet shimmered and shifted, a see-through mist only visible to me. I looked up to see two figures staring around frantically, and my eyes widened in realisation.
While I had created the diversion, the girl had escaped. That's how I got to the cave.
Lights- Ch.3 • Opuss № I