20 May 2012
It was so... Colourful. I had no true memories of my past life, but all of the swirled images that invaded my thoughts every so often, were black and white. It made the back of my eyes burn but took my breath away. The vivid green of leaves, the brilliant red of the berries and the glimmering silver of the warrior's swords. I sat on the makeshift bed and thought. Who was I? Where was I? Why was I here?I heard the whistle of a arrow flying past the tent and instinctively ducked. " You know, you're quite safe here." I lifted my head in a sharp movement. " huh?" I exclaimed. " You know, you're quite safe here. You didn't have to duck." said a voice in an accent I didn't recognise. I twirled around to see the source of the voice. She had crystal blue eyes and a scar underneath her right eye. " Oh, um... Thanks, I guess." I replied, trying to stop staring at her scar. "It's okay. The scar thing, I mean. People tend to stare at it a lot, when they first meet me. I'm Isadora, by the way. Daughter of Morcant, the clan leader who owns this farm."
Nightshade Part 4 • Opuss № I