Alone and Moving. [UNFINISHED]

INTRODUCTION

They’re coming go! Go now! I could barely hear his voice above the tragic screams of the terrified people surrounding me. But I knew what it meant. It meant they were here, they were here all too soon and we, weren’t ready. 

I wanted to fight, to be able to retain any form of dignity this sorry broken place had remaining, to protect my people, my family. I knew they were coming, I saw it almost like it had already happened, I warned them. But no one ever listens to a mere child especially not a female child like myself. Now chance of survival for any one person here was slim, chances of life ever being as it was were nil. All I could do was sit back and watch the tragedy unfold in front of my very eyes once more, but this time it was real. I didn’t know why they had come, or who they were. I don’t think anyone really did but as they entered our village we were all as good as dead.

These creatures were much like us but at the same time like nothing we had ever seen before, tall and slim, with wings, and almost a painted like fierce expression crossed their faces. They could cling to the walls and move faster than any being we had ever seen. Their eyes were large and as black as the shadows hidden within the night. Their hair like fire burning orange and bright and their skin pale a gleaming white.

I wasn’t frightened maybe I was just too young, or maybe I was just fascinated they looked so different and yet so similar. I could hear the screaming, the desperate wails, and could see the tears streaming down the faces of these once strong leaders The people I used to look up to, and yet I couldn’t seem to figure out why people were so terrified until it happened. These creatures started to sing, it was beautiful but it paralysed everyone around me every single person here, everyone but me.

I could do nothing but watch everyone and everything I knew and loved crumble and fall around me I felt lost. They saw me, they knew I was still alive and yet they left as if they had done what they were meant to or didn’t think I’d survive alone anyway. I was young, but I survived. I am alive, I am alone and I am always moving.

So that was me, and that’s what started my life up to this point, and could very well be what finishes it. I was six when it happened, I am now fourteen. I have spent the last eight years travelling looking for answers, always moving.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of that day. Not a day goes by that I don’t ask why? Why did they leave me? But I carried on.

In this world I am known by many names but the one that seemed to have stayed with me throughout my travels is “Semper Movetur” meaning “Always Moving” which I guess is very true. I guess I never stay in one place for too long. I get to know what I can, then I’m gone without a trace. The people have come to know my name but none know my story. I travel like the wind ever changing strength, and direction, but always carrying the knowledge of life and the world, and the people it has touched.

I’ve learnt many things over the years and come across many dark and mysterious creatures, which are probably why so many people are too afraid to venture outside their villages, get to know the world for what it really is.

Eight years on and I’m afraid I’ve been asking the wrong questions. It’s no longer enough just to find out what those creatures are or why they destroyed us. I must find them, I must do something. It’s as though I was the only one immune to their attack, and I saw them coming before they did. I still see things before they happen little things. None the less those little things keep me alive.