The Flive Skaly I: Young Rebel Awakening

Loopholes

After a lot of noises, the ringing silence began to hurt Anyora's ears. She slowly attempted to stand up. Barely she found her balance, her feet instantly tripped over a rock and instantly hugged the surprisingly comfortable and welcoming blue grass.

"Where even am I?", she still kept asking herself out loud, her voice muffled against the ground, then lifted her head again to look around. "And how in the science is this ambience even...?"

This was the first time Anyora honestly admitted to herself how confused she could be. Or, more correctly, over how many things she kept thinking at the same time. But if she asked herself, how could she even help herself if her ears and eyes register things she shouldn't be?

Enough thinking.

Anyora shook her head, her hair now tangled and untidy, sat upright, brushed off the remaining dust from her still blood-stained uniform, and took another glance around the breathtaking surroundings. There were a lot of trees, trees with glowing leafs. There were all shades of the colors between ruby red, golden yellow, and royal indigo. It almost looked like either a forest... or an alley.

With a brief hiss through her teeth, Anyora rubs her left arm she had injured. "Crap, I should have been more careful," she thought to herself, "I'm lucky I didn't break it, but I seem to have hit a nerve, no puns intended." A soft sigh escaped her lips as she finally stood up again, without loosing balance again, and started walking along the path.

Anyora kept glancing and scanning the surroundings, taking in every detail with each deliberate step. Each glowing leaf, each shape, every height of a tree, every little glowing bush, every glowing and blossoming flower she recognised from the cave, every strand of the blue grass sticking out of the earth and gently wiggling to the soft breeze of the wind, every little movement in around her.

Although sight and hearing weren't totally interconnected, every shade, every shape, every glow seemed to be forming a soft, living musical chord, a wonderful harmony. Almost a show of light and colors, something the girl could admire for hours and get lost in it if she wouldn't focus on her current task at hand, which was search for life.

She couldn't believe herself that she actually was seeking help from future strangers. It wouldn't take a few hours or days, and she would have to ask for help. Ask for it by herself. Either she would deal alone or ask Ashley to help her.

"Ashley...", Anyora groans softly while she thinks for herself, her senses still on high-alert, "If you would be here or at least reassure me that you're doing fine, I would propably carry less burden and pressure I already do. Are you even awake by now? Did the police find you? Are Otam and Maverick alright as well? They surely were rebellious, but..."

She took a halt, still gazing around, albeit slightly disfocused due to her inner monologue.

"Did Maverick mean this place with 'We're not from Earth and we're not humans'? Could he be right? And if so... what was even his hypothesis at full length? Was it a bad idea to run away, and should I have rather listened to him?"

Her gaze dropped to her feet, where she nearly stepped over broken fragments of a mirror. Picking it up and taking a look at her broken reflection, her thoughts resumed, "And most importantly... who are we, if not humans? And why is it dangerous for us? How... what have we done?"

Her scattered reflection held the same person she knew. A teenage girl with a no-bullshit expression, how she would rather describe herself than 'Deadly Nightshade' like that one girl named Kestrel would call her while she put all her nerves together not to call her 'bitch' out loud and just defined quietly for herself as 'a bully'.