Adventures in Avyrith

"Wake Up!"

     I stared into the eyes of the giant rock, or at least I thought they were eyes, they were really just painted on.
     "The gods will decide what to do with you girl." The chief spat, and I nodded. He turned to one of his servants, "if lightning strikes, she will be kept as a prisoner. If snake bites, she will be put to death. If fire burns, she will be burnt at the stake. If nothing happens, she will become our slave." I sat there for hours, and nothing happened. I watched as snakes slithered by, weaving in and out of the dense foliage. The spider next to me spun an intricate web, and if you stated at it too long, it felt as if you were falling into a vortex, a spiraling, dizzying vortex. While watching, it occurred to me, that I should probably try to find a way out. My plane wasn't that far from here. I wasn't able to untie them because they were tied behind my back. All I could do was sit, and await my fate. I watched as the natives continued their everyday lives after I had been tied up. The moon was up now, and the stars had come out from hiding. I decided I should probably get some sleep, but I stole one last glance at the moon and the stars, seeing as I knew I probably would never see them again, and closed my eyes.
"Wake up!" I was awakened by the harsh voice of the chief's servant. I was quite cold really, seeing that it had rained during the night, and had soaked my clothes. Are they ever going to feed me? I'm starving! I was jerked up and dragged along, down a narrow dirt path. One of the native children cautiously approached me, and handed me my hat, which I thanked them, and grasped between my thumb and forefinger by the brim, behind my back because my hands were still tied together. I was lead into a cave of some sort, where my hands were untied, but I was warned that if I tried to escape, I would be killed. I heavy pickaxe was shoved into my hands, and I was told to start mining. I nodded, and shoved my hat back on my head. It was long and tiring work, but I pushed through. Every time the steel pickaxe hit the stone, a shower of sparks erupted, flooding the cave with light, but quickly extinguishing them again. My arms burned in protest, yet I pushed through, I hope this ends soon. I thought, and collapsed on the ground, I was weak and dizzy from hunger and dehydration, and my head throbbed, but my ankle seemed to have healed during the night.
"Get back to work girl!" One of the villagers yelled, and I quickly pulled myself up, and continued on with my task.