Sanctum: Evigilationis

Awakening

Where does one begin to tell the story of his end? Well I guess a good place to start is, well, the beginning. 

I awoke. I awoke to a snowy plain. The snow making it's little stings of cold against the warmth of my cheeks. The wind blew. I shivered. It felt as though little icicles were being strung up and down my back. I looked down only to see my tattered shirt on top of my bleeding body. The blood seeped through the fabric. In shock, I turned away. I was laying in the middle of a clearing. There were trees all around. A light dusting of snow on them gave them a heavenly glow. The biting cold seeped into my wounds. I knew I would need to find shelter. Then I thought of something. In the shock of discovering my wounds, I had not realized. There were no footprints leading to or from where I was, Yey I was on top of the cold, frozen snow. I tried to stand, and failed. Pain, utter pain, like I have never felt before arched up my side. Any feeling of cold was dissipated immediately and replaced with searing pain. I sat back down. 

"OK" I said, "What is going on? Where am I? Who....." 

It had never occurred to me that I could not even remember who I was. It greatly frightened me. I got up only to taste the metallic taste of blood and snow as I face planted. Rolling over, I realized how unsteady I was. How terribly dangerous it was going to be for me to even move. I lay there and as I tried to remember I saw something. 

"Who's there?" I yelled, "Show Yourself!"

Nothing. I continued on trying to get up. Getting to my knees in the biting cold snow. I wiped the snot from my nose with my hand and wiped that on my pants. I was disturbed. I knew at one point I had felt pride on my knowledge.I could not say why though. I could feel the feelings I felt, but I had no memories. Then I saw it. A glint of sunlight through the trees. Dawn.

The light hit my face and it seemed that all other things had melted into this glorious blaze. The trees shone out with their snow. It seemed to me as is the sun had caught all the trees on fire with a beautiful white flame. The warmth hitting my face was soon crushed by the wind, harshly reminding me of my place. I fell back to my knees, for I had unknowingly stood up to feel the sun better. It rose higher now. And with the new light I could find my way through the dense pine and birch forest. The first colored thing I saw almost made me have a heart attack. A Cardinal, red as the reddest fire, swooping down not a foot from my head. It was not afraid of me. It just went to it's business finding food for his lady friend. A strange pulling at my gut happened almost as suddenly as the cardinal had come. I did not yet understand why.

I walked along in the forest. I came upon a hill. I decided I could find out where to go from there at the top of the hill. As I ascended into the crisp cold air, I got a strange feeling driving me on. It was as if my body knew I needed to get to the top of that hill. More and more birds of various sorts appeared. It was absolutely beautiful. They had contrast like nothing I had ever seen before, which considering I could not even remember my name. Their color was Vibrant reds, blacks, yellows, browns, and blues against white. The trees began to thin in number and I could actually see a great distance ahead. I saw the top of the hill, or at least the part exposed to me. The rest of it hid behind a the crest of the hill, like many of the squirrels hid from me as I walked along my way. Reaching the top of the hill, my heart skipped a beat, for what I had found was worth more than any view could achieve.

A log cabin, sturdily built was sitting there in the snow, apparently abandoned. The wood was thick, and very warn down. It seemed to be ageless, but at the same time, I knew it was old. It was made of pine wood, with a mortar of some sort stuffing up the holes. It had a strange roof. It was slanted in some parts, but in a few places, it was flat and had railing around it. The doorway seemed warn and well used, as if it were used by a large family. I entered the cabin. It smelled of crushed pine boughs. A nice, crisp, clean, fresh scent. It seemed to awaken something inside of me. A strength of some sort. I looked around the abandoned cabin. I seemed to have been abandoned on the outside, but on the inside, nothing was used. the table had no marks on it of any sort. The chairs had no chips or proof of usage. I rubbed the table, stretching my arm too far and a sharp pain rose from my side again to remind me of my problem, I looked into what medical supplies were there. I saw very little, but there was some bandage tape. I took a bucket, clenching my teeth the whole way, and filled it with snow, and carried the heavy bucket back into the house to melt.

I could stay there for not just to let myself heal. The owners would not mind. They must not have been far from here. I Ripped off a clean part of my shirt. I cleaned off my wound with the melted snow. The pain was excruciating. Creeping up my side like a million needles attached to heating elements. The cold of the water seemed to freeze time itself while i was in pain. It seemed to last forever, but eventually I continued to wash the wound. After washing the wound and bloodying the table I was sitting upon, I dressed the wound. I knew there was no way I was going anywhere. I felt it as I got up from the table. The cabin suddenly was not straight. I stumbled, then fell, tried getting back up, fell again. I needed to lie down. I stumbled off in search of a bed, if there was any. I figured that a cabin that was equipped with a wood burning stove, tables, chairs, and even some tools and utensils would have a bed in it somewhere. I found my strength waning and I soon found it hard to see straight, much less stand. I prayed a quick prayer of help. Then I passed out.

I Awoke after what felt like days sleeping. I was on a bed. The room was well furnished like a bedroom. I looked around, but I was still dizzy. Someone came into my room. I could not see her face clearly, but it set that feeling again in my gut. Like I should know it. I passed out again.

After waking up again, I found two people standing over my wounds. A younger girl, who looked younger, another with silvering hair. They were talking in whispers. I could not understand them, but the silver haired one put something on my wound, which had been exposed. A jolt of pain that made the ones before look like pin pricks. I started to struggle and tried getting away, but I felt a cold hand grab mine. I stopped struggling in shock. Those hands. That feeling in my gut. Could not piece these things together. The silver haired woman whispered something in the ear of the younger girl. She walked away leaving the silver haired woman who grabbed my hand as well. The feeling went off again. I tried speaking only for myself to find that I was parched. I could not get more than a raspy whisper out. My throat seemed to be as dry as a desert. It seemed like it would crumble away at any time. The younger girl came back into the room with a glass of something. She tried to get me to drink it, but I refused. She then simply brushed my face and my mouth opened to complain and she started to pour the liquid in. I felt relief from my wound in my side as well as from my throat. I passed out again. This time for a real while.