Emma's ears perked while she was out cold. The beckoning call of a young boy demanded her subconscious' attention. His voice became louder, and louder. From the muffled hum in her ears, it soon became a loud, crystal message.
"HEY!" The voice yelled, ringing in her ears.
The kid grabbed Emma and tried to wake her, shaking her shoulder. Her eyes shot open, the light of the sun blinding to her. Her eyes slowly adjusted, the pain from the bright light stinging her eyes. A dark silhouette slid in front of the sun as her eyes adjusted. Her nostrils, the normal scent of decaying flesh and sulfur no longer evident to her. The scent of fresh air and the cool wind brushing off her face was somewhat pleasant to the girl. Instead of the dark, stone ceiling of a sky, a bright and soft blue sky took it's place. No roots of dead trees hung from the rocky, magma lit sky of the underworld, just white misty clouds floating in the sky.
A hand was placed on Emma's cheek, turning her head slowly at the young boy and locking eyes with him.
"Can you hear me? Are you alright?" He pleaded, trying to get an answer.
Emma didn't answer as her eyes wandered like they were running around in an endless spiral stair case. She was confused at the world around her, constantly trying to process everything. she put her hands behind her and pushed herself up slowly. She sat up, curling her legs underneath her as the boy pulled away from her. He sat just a few feet away, watching as the strange girl rolled a clump of dirt between her fingers. She examined it like a hunter following a trail.
" Where am I?" She questioned, still staring at the dirt on her hand.
He tilted his head towards Emma. He looked her over, noticing the burns and blisters. It seemed like her skin had been sizzling.
"A better question is what happened to you?" He spat.
He began to look around to his surroundings, hoping for a clue and yet found nothing around but himself and the girl.
"Where are your parents??" He asked, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder.
Emma started to hold her head as she started to feel like her mind fought within itself, like she didn't know anything and yet she knew something was missing. She did recall one thing.
Emma Her mind muttered, remembering her name.
"What are you talking about? I have parents??" She stuttered. Emma's body began to shake as she placed both hands onto her head, trying with every ounce of her soul to remember, but every wave of questions she thought of failed to convince memories to come forth.
"You don't remember?" He doubted.
Emma shook her head.
"I don't remember" She trembled, a bitter tone in her voice.
Emma tried to stand, but weakness pulled her to the ground. The burns slowed her down as it sung with every move. Her arms became weak and refused to move. She wined as she held her self, slowly curling into a little ball on the dirt, pulling her legs with her arms slowly to her chest.
The boy stood up and looked back at the dirt path.
" I could try carrying you. My village is over there. Doc could help you. I could help you find your mom and dad, too" He spoke quickly, nervous at the sight of the girl.
Emma nodded to his request. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, struggling to lift Emma off the dirt path while he began to slowly trudge his way home. Emma's vision began to fuzz as her eye lids grew heavier by the second. She knew they would close eventually and succumbed to it.
