Darkness, darkness and more darkness. I can't sense anything else, sight wise anyway. A taste of metal rubs my tongue raw, while a screeching noise pierces my ear drums. I flicker open my eyes. All I can see is black, nothing else. I squint and it aches every last muscle in my eyes, straining and pulling at them like an elastic band. Yet the amount I may squint, does not define where I may be.
I attempt to use a different sense, smell. All I can smell is damp metal. I must be in some type of contraption made of metal. Feel is my next sense, I stroke my hand against the floor. Cold, rough, almost as if it was rusty, a few gaps in which my fingers fall through. My hand hits off what seems to be a corner. I raise my limb to feel the rustic metal. I slowly move my whole body to go along with my hand, moving around what seems to be a square.
This must be a box. I get all of the strength in my body to stand up on my two feet. I struggle very much so, that I fall over again. I feel as if I must be going up.
I try to use my knowledge to determine what to do next, but I have one problem. I don't really know anything. Apart from one thing - I am called Aura.
I have glimpses of names and words but they vanish in seconds. I try my best to grasp on to at least one but they slip away into a black abyss. I feel myself panic. I genuinely don't know anything, nothing feels right. I scramble over to the right corner, but something seems to be blocking my way. I can't see what it is of course. I can't see anything. But for some reason, I can sense life. I listen closely to hear slow, heavy breathing. So, I'm not the only one? I scramble back, scared of what it may be. I tuck my knees under my chin and rock back and forth.
'Everything is ok, everything is ok.' I can hear my voice shake in tune to the ringing noise in my ears. I want it all to be over. It is all too much for me to take. I look up to the ceiling and close my eyes. I need to relax. Breath in, breath out. Just concentrate on my breathing and everything will be ok. Right? Breath in, breath out. Allow the oxygen to fill my lungs, remove all of the bad gases, and exit. Repeat it all over. Yes, that feels much better. I will leave this dream in a moment, and everything will be normal. Everything will be ok. Nothing can hurt me, because none of this is real. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
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The Sisters of The Glade (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction'Maybe we were sent here for a reason. Maybe we were sent here not just to change our fate, but theirs. Maybe we were sent here to keep them alive.' Aura was sent to the glade like all of the others, no memory and no clue what was ahead of her, but...
