Into the Forest

Chp 3

Chapter 3

                 The sky was red . Or was that my vison, I couldn't tell. The only thing I knew for sure was that some one was missing. Not something, some one. Definatly some one. I looked around, and the red haze lifted so I could see the scene layed out before me. Blood was everywhere. On the ground, in the bushes, on me. There was blood all over me especially. The metallic smell filled my nose and I could not make out any other scent. I was still disoriented and didn't know what had happened. Then I saw the body. The body of a great beast, and a sword in it's massive heart. My body quivered as realization hit. It was him. The Great Dragon has been slain and I had been the one to do it.

                I shot up covered a cold sweat. my head throbbing, and my legs tangled in a heap of blankets. I looked around and a painfully bright light met my sensitive eyes. " Shit. My head hurts," I muttered to myself. " Great your awake! I thought my announcement might have killed you," Saana exclaimed beside me. I grabbed my head and winced in pain from the sudden burst of sound. Saana noticed and apologized softly.

" Are you hungry, you've been out cold for three hours." 

"No."

"Come on, eat!"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"At least drink something."

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"NO YOU"RE NOT! YOU"VE BEEN OUT FOR 3 FRICKIN HOURS EAT AND DRINK SOME-FRIGGIN-THING," Saana finally roared at me. I rolled my eyes, grabbed a peice of bread ripped a chunk out, grabbed the water took a drink, swallowed, and stomped out of the hut I had miraculously been taken to. I mean, come on, I'm a full grown elf. I'm not exactly light weight. I heard her calling my name but I ignored it. I needed time to process what had been going on in my dream/nightmare. What did it mean? Was the Great Dragon actually real, and if so, is He/She (because no one has really gotten close enough to tell) actually hurt? Or worse, dead? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I took a deep breath and reached my mind out to my secret companion. Expecting his warm and comforting exisitence, I was,instead, met with an emptiness so horrible it made me ache and cry. For some reason I wanted to mourn for a loss I didn't understand and doubt I ever will. I screamed until some one wrapped their arms around me and picked me up. I buried my face in the unknown elf's shoulder and my nose was met with a warm, husky smell and I knew it was Miran. Miran, the boy who was no longer a boy. I sobbed as he carried me to where ever the hell he felt like. Hell, he could lock me up and rape me until my dying breath. Nothing could ever possibly feel worse than the aching emptiness that now consumed me.