Lost (A Loki's Daughter Fan fiction)

Water

{ Layana }

What if the dreams are actually memories?

That would make alot of sense, and would explain why the man looked so familiar. But who is he to me?

The sun is up now, but low in the sky. I start to get up, wincing in pain. It still hurts. I continue to push myself off the ground until I am standing on my very scarred feet.

I look around, the sun is still on the horrison, and I have no way of telling if is sinking or rising. I'll just have to wait and see if it gets darker or lighter.

I start walking, or rather stumbling, through the sand. I still need water and food, but this time, Im looking for a river or lake or pond. At this point I'd even take the smallest puddle I could find.

The cactus incident made me realize just how desperate I was and I can't be that desperate if I want to survive. Desperation can make you do anything no matter how stupid or dangerous. No I need to stay smart.

As I walk through the desert, I realize that the sun is rising. Great just what I need.

I stop and look at my self. Most of my skin is showing. That's good for heat but terrible for sunburn. I don't know how much more burning my skin can take, it is already red.

I keep walking through the sand, trying to figure out who the man is. I recognize him but something is blocking the memories of who he is. Normally I'm good at puzzles but not now. I can't figure it out. Who is he?

I stop midstep when I see something in the sand. Going up closer, I see that it's a footprint of something. Finally a sign of life in this never ending sandbox!

I'm so excited I jump, forgetting how scarred and hurt my feet are. I inhale sharply at the piercing pain shooting through my feet and up my sore legs.

" Ow!" I wimper quietly.

After several minutes of pain, I look back at the footprints.

They seem to be like two ovals overlapped and glued together. I can't help but giggle a little, it looks like a butt print.

I look at the prints, trying to figure out in which drection they are moving.

Once I figure out which way they are going, I start following them. If there is life there has to be water.

I follow the prints for what seems like hours, making sure I don't loose them. With not much to do except occasionally glancing up at the sky to check the time and making sure I don't loose the prints, my thoughts are free to take over.

I think about what I will do when find people. Will I hug someone? Will I ask for help? Will I just move in with them? At this point, I don't care that I wouldn't know them. No, I need someone to talk to and to hug. I've forgotten what my own voice sounds like and at this point I'm not even sure hat I have one anymore.

I think about I will do if there turns out to be no people. Will I cry? Will I scream? Will I keep searching? I don't like to think about the idea of not finding people, but I have to plan for it just in case.

Suddenly, I stop. The footprints have too.

I look around frantically, searching for more traces, but there is nothing so I decide to keep walking on my own, in hopes that I'll still be heading in the right direction.

I continue walking, my throat getting soar from all the walking heat and no water. I have a feeling that if I don't get water really soon I'm going to die. I keep walking though. I must find water. I must find people. I don't care if I just find people who know how to find water or if I find some water. I just need water.

When the sun sets, I don't lie down to sleep, I keep walking. I have this feeling that if sleep, something very bad will happen. I dont know what it is but I do know that it will be bad. So I keep walking.

I decide that as much as I hate this place and want to go back to wherever home is, I should still try to enjoy myself.

I look at the stars and try to find the patterns. A dog. A cactus. A smily face. It soon gets very boring, so I do something else.

I count the steps I need to take to get where I want to go.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6...

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20078. 20079. 20080. 20081. 20082.

Suddenly the ground feels wet, I look down and see a small pond. I almost scream with excitement, but can't. I was right I have no voice now.

I run up to it not caring about the pain in my feet, and start drinking. It feels refreshing and cool going down my throat.

I drink for what must be hours, until my thirst is taken care of. I want to jump into it, to be clean, but I don't. I need clean drinking water, and if I jump into it, all my sweat, blood, tears, and the milion grains of sand stuck to me will wash off making it unsafe. Not that this isn't already unsafe.

I lie down next to the pond, to sleep and close my eyes, slowly drifting off.

I see the man again, but we aren't in a dark room this time, we're in some sort of golden palace. His green eyes are full of the same love from the other dream.

"One day this will be yours." He says, gesturing to the palace, his voice full of love.

At that, my eyes fly open and I sit straight up in shock.

Am I a princess?!