Power Without Strength {Discontinued/Rewritten}

2

The warmth and happiness I'd felt quickly melted into harsh, freezing, misery as the air became colder throughout the night before rain settled in. It was the hot season, why was it raining so hard?

Only having on a baggy, cotton shirt and shorts, the raindrops spat fire onto my skin as I'd desperately tried to tune out the pain and cold to get back asleep. Unfortunately, nature was not on my side that day as the storm got harder later into the night; the wind howling powerful blows as thunder and lightning cackled in the sky above. I could barely hear my own moans and whimpers against the wild, roaring air; much less the lone footsteps that were coming my way quickly.

"Hello?! Is anyone out there?!" I heard, barely over the rushing waves flying through my ears.

I tried to reply, but I couldn't get out a word due to my teeth chattering too hard from the cold. I could only reply in louder, begging, whimpering as I buried my head deeper into my arms and knees for cover against the wind.

"Please, I can hear you, just come out! I only want to help, it's dangerous out here!"

Not wanting to get up from my inept shield I'd made with my arms, but not wanting to stay any longer out in the cold, I gathered what little strength I'd had to get up against the harsh air. I nearly tumbled backwards at how much force the wind had pushed against my tiny body. My heart was heavy with dread and fear as frozen tears slid down my cheeks.

I battled against the air and pushed with all my might as I walked blindly out of the alley trying to find the voice I'd heard. Struggling to find my voice, I tried to shout for help, but it seemed as if my lungs had shriveled inside of my chest. I only managed to get out a squeak of my voice before tripping over a rock of some sort and falling.

Although, I didn't feel the hard, wet dirt I should have felt when I tripped. Instead, I felt myself being caught by my shoulders, and quickly lifted as thick, warm material wrapped my body, warming every inch of wet skin and cloth I wore. The last thing I remember was the mumbling of a voice and the feeling fast, uneven, bumps and shaking of being carried as I'd quickly lost consciousness.

I woke up feeling warmth and comfort of wool blankets above me and the sound of an ongoing fire nearby. I sat up slowly, my vision flickering in and out between blurry and clear. Once I regained my sight, it took time to process that I was in a bedroom with a fireplace warming the air around me to create a soothing atmosphere.

The walls were a chestnut brown and the carpet was dark. The room wore little decorations, only having a few furniture items and a TV, but I had taken to notice that there were no windows. The room was lit by the ember that flickered and danced behind a small glass frame. I scanned around, confused and disoriented while I waited for my mind to process and remember why I was there, and how I got there in the first place.

Everything flooded back as a faucet of memories; the cold, the storm, the voice, playing as a movie before my mind. Once the gears started turning and I came into full grasp of how I got here, I began on working where here was. The door to the room was slightly ajar, so I climbed out of bed and planned to walk around a bit until I ran into someone with answers.

Although as soon as I pulled back the covers, I froze as I took in the new pajamas I wore. Different disturbing thoughts ran through my head that moment, but I tried to shake them off to figure out my whereabouts. As soon as I turned out of the door, I bumped into someone's chest and nearly lost my footing. Before I fully toppled over, someone's arms wrapped around my shoulders and steadied my balance.

"Whoa there, you sure are a clumsy one, aren't you sweetheart?" A familiar voice laughed.

I looked up to see a guy, maybe in his late teens or early twenties with thick, long, wavy hair that went all the way down to his mid-thighs. All his hair was being held back by a hair-holder, but still showered behind his back. It was exactly like a lion's mane. He wasn't very big muscle wise, but I could see he worked out all the time due to the toning of his arms. All he was wearing were grey sweats, a white tank top, and some dark grey boots. The very thing that stood out from him was the circular golden pendant he wore around his neck with a bow and arrow imbedded in it. He also had a bit of a goatee, it looked kinda funny on him.