900 Years Ago...
Cameron did not want to die, but that was not her choice to make. One minute she was there, the next she was gone. The last thing she could remember was the gleam of the stars, clearer than they had ever been before. She felt her body rising, her but when she looked down, her body remained firmly plated on the ground, her dark brown hair sprawled around her, her blue eyes still electric. She returned her vision to the sky, much closer than it had previously been. The stars where shining so bright, Cameron had to squint. Thoughts swarmed her head, Am I dead? was the one that most constantly appeared. She was not sure of the answer, if she was dead, how come she was still here? Cameron stole another glance at the retreating ground, but realized that it was not the ground she knew. Suddenly, she stopped rising, and a floor appeared under her unmoving body. Cameron sat up, but immediately lay back down, her head was cloudy. After she caught her breath, she attempted to sit up once more, this time with less pain. Cameron, after much struggle, found herself standing, on a cloud. Confused she studied the surface once more. The ground was solid, and felt like glass, but was the color of a bleeding sunset. She was at a loss of words, not only for the strange floor, but also just about everything else that had happened in the past half hour. Taking her gaze from the floor, she studied her surroundings. She was dressed in black, and her hair once brown hair was streaked with blonde. No, not streaked, turning, her hair was turning blonde. The walls looked like shadows, and for a second, she thought she saw someone move, but then they disappeared. She caught only got a glimpse of the sky above her before she was overcome with an uninvited darkness. She slumped unconscious on the ground, but the image of the world above her was burned into her brain. As she slept, voices intruded her mind. The time has come, keeper. Welcome to the Gleam, Orion.
