The Flive Skaly I: Young Rebel Awakening

Reorientation

Anyora gained back her consciousness by her faint palpitations and her stabbing headache.

It felt as if she was slaughtered like a wild animal, even though she didn't even know where she was or what she could do. Her every single inch of her body felt like stabbed by a knife, even her eyes burned of all the visions and memories as if she forgot to blink during the horrible event.

It was a convincing reason not to open them again. There were too many disturbing and unsettling pictures Anyora wished to erase from her memory. She didn't even want to believe that she was still alive, lying with eyes closed on a soft surface the girl couldn't identify just yet.

With a lot of overcoming, our protagonist attempted to check on her nervous system by moving her hand. Not wanting to damage anything, she first twitched her fingers, then she grabbed the surface and squeezed as hard as she could while she painfully squinted her eyes as if she couldn't believe to be still alive. To be able to sense her surroundings with all her five senses after taking so much pain. Not that she didn't expect to survive.

She wished to have died there.

She didn't want to think about anything that happened that day. It was too much at once. There were just too many responsibilities for too many conflicts to handle all by herself. There were too many emotions taking over her actions for the first time after many, many years. Something she decided to go through alone and avoided involving anybody, concluding to regret that she relied on someone like Ashley, Maverick, and Otam.

After all, they didn't deserve to witness anything of what happened the last twenty-four hours. It was all alone Anyora's business and her fault. She was the one who caused it, so she had to fix it by herself. And if she couldn't, she would had been left behind, abandoned from the society and left to her own devices. All alone and without knowing where she even came from.

What a painful word. "Alone."

Nonetheless, Anyora attempted to move her other hand. She gently went through her forehead, where she remembered to be wounded and still was aching. Although her fingertips didn't sense an open wound.

Wait, that couldn't be possible.

Anyora opened slowly and exhausted her eyes to look at her hand with a little blood on her fingertips.

"...o-ow...", she quietly groaned while her vision still blurred too much to recognise her surroundings. She felt on edge as if she had just run out of her strength of will, so the protagonist relaxed a little on grass, just to recharge from the past events.

But when Anyora thought about it, how could she think of grass?

Her headache got worse, and she slowly turned her head to a different side. While she moved, Anyora didn't realise that her hair was tangled up in something so that her hair tie broke with a short, quiet Pop!, releasing her haircut and covering her whole face, which she didn't care too much.

"I won't sleep...", she muffled tiredly under her long blue hair, not even noticing she was talking to herself, "I just lay down for a while and get back up. Just a few more minutes on the grass... just a little more time to recover... "

After releasing a heavy sigh and expecting to be able to rest as she wanted, the girl jumped up of pure reflex. She sensed something delightful covering her open wounds on her forehead and on her wrist. She sat with eyes ripped open and heavy breathing to see she was surrounded by dark blue grass.

Ink blue grass, the same colour as her long hair that she almost never cut. Anyora felt sick by only staring at the surrounding grass with rocks here and there. Close to where she had lifted her head, there was a unique, small flower glowing in a unique, soft, magenta tone. From within, it sparkled with warm yellow colours as bright as if it was a small filament lamp deep inside. On one of its ink blue leaves hung her broken hair tie and small blood stains. Anxiously looking further, she noticed more of those types of flowers scattered across the cave. Looking back to the flower next to her, not a tone of red was visible anymore.