Cuttlefish

Mystery's Unraveled

Stop!

STOP!!

She's not breathing...shes not..BREATHING!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!

Why are you torturing me?!!

LEAVE ME ALONE!!

Leave her alone....leave..her...alo..ne..

CHAPTER ONE.

11:11, Tuesday, July 7th.

     It was a muggy dawn, chapel bells singing their sweet majestic tunes, which left you with the sensation of waking up from your deepest wishes.

Wishes.

Such a strange way to describe these bells. Yet, no one ever questioned my abnormal analogies.

     As I sit here--- rather, lay here--- pondering over my weirdness, I stumble over another question. 

Where am I? 

As I look down at my arms more questions start to spring up. 

Mythical markings seem to line my triceps, stretching to my middle finger. I stand to inspect the rest of my body, finding these tattoos on my legs as well.

As i walk to the mirror that stands strait across the bed, not only do I see a beaten up villager, but my left ankle seems to be unusable...

I examine closely at the stitches and bruises on my forhead and neck. 

What trouble have I gotten into? I don't seem to remember it obviously...last I remember I was hiding behind a hedge in Sahra's back yard. It had been her birthday..sweet 17. 

Sahra...

It was then the memories came to me...rushing back like a tsunami, drowning me with fear.

     It was a dreadful feeling, not seeing another living being as i rushed out of the weary cottage. But that was but a sliver of a thought that only lasted a second.

Sahra was all I could think about.

If I remember correctly, she was in so much pain..

Mahsin, a thought-to-be good wizard was nothing but a fake. 

Mahsin is a greenmage. A mage of many powers, but well known for his vast knowledge. His slate silvery eyes and his shaggy sombre black hair, standing as tall as a babytree.. any man with the slightest of intelligence would have felt intimidated by him....but not I. 

     I, being an ignorant fool; striding into his scoundrel gaze in hopes of learning the insight to my markings, found myself with leather like hands against my temples. Needless to say I thought he was going to show me the answers to my queries, but no. No...i couldn't have been more wrong. Instead what he had done was pluck through my thoughts, picking out my weakness like you would a shiny marble from a pile of dull stones. 

There he found Sahra.

     He played the sight of her in my head like a film. She was sleeping of course at the time. Her innocence beaming like a protective fog. But then she wasn't sleeping.

She was screaming in pain...

I remember shouting at him to stop! He wouldn't stop..

He wouldn't leave her alone. I felt her pain in my temples....the terror was so fierce it brought me to my knees, then i was gone. That's when i woke up..

So now i run. I run until i can run no further, forgetting the pain in my anckle. Am I dead? Is Sahra...dead? What was he doing to her...... I must find her..