Forgotten One

Discovery Arc: No! Alive!

'I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead.' Sarah's mind kept repeating, her body felt dull and her head was causing her a lot of pain, 'I'm.. de- ad... Wait! Pain!'

Sarah's eyes opened wide and she stared.

She was looking at what appeared to be a bottom of a bookshelf, an old wooden frame and the bottom of books was in her line of sight. Frowning she pushes herself up from the floor where she was lying face down; she gazed around, on both sides was towering bookshelves, filled with books of all shapes and sizes.

Sarah stares and stares.

'What... what happened?' Sarah asks herself dully as she slowly gets up, by places her palms on the floor then one hand on knee, she pushed upwards. She let out a light hiss, her limbs felt stiff as if her whole circulation in her body had been cut off. Wobbling over to the shelves she grabs on and straightens herself.

"I got stabbed in the chest..." Sarah mumbles numbly, she quickly threw away her cloak into her soul room and looks down, both hands were on her chest, she tucked her chin as far as it could go. There was a tear in her top, drying blood had run down and covered her belly.

"I didn't cast my healing... so how?" Sarah asks to the bookshelf in front of her, "Wait! I know! Of course. There was a talk about it once if a person continuously uses their power, some powers can happen on reflex!"

Sarah ponders deeply upon this, reaching into her Soul Room she brings out a small cutting knife. Without fear she runs it down her arm, thick rich red blood oozed out. She stares at it for a moment, the pain was overpowering her senses making her want to cry out.

It happened.

Without her even casting the skin around her wounds shone like tiny diamonds, the bleeding stopped and her skin began to fuse together, yellow, blue and black bruises appear and disappear in a matter of seconds. Sarah felt her power run out of her slightly, she wobbles more.

A smile came upon her worn face, which quickly was wiped away when she remembered why she was standing there in the first place.

"I was attacked!" Sarah breathes out as a wave of dizziness washed over her, "I..I transferred myself?!" Excitement and fear run through her mind, she wanted to run away from where she was; "I have to get away from here... I'm not wearing my cloak ......and-"

Sarah leans forwards and places her forehead against a shelf that she was level with, closing her eyes she tries to calm herself down.

"My cloak was what drew them to me," Sarah spoke in amazement, "And my light is so small now I can't even feel it. I'll be mistaken for a 'barren'!"

'Barren' humans were those who were from a bearers family yet could not touch their own gift. "That could work..."

Sarah forces herself off the shelves and wandered down the narrow path that leads into a large chamber; bookshelves were above her and below her, a hole was in the centre and she could see all the floors above right up to the glass ceiling.

"Excuse me," Sarah calls to a brown-haired woman was walking with a trolley of books, she was dressed in a light blue suit with white lines running through it, "Can you show me where a restroom?"

"Yes," The woman says never taking her eyes off of a piece paper that she held in her hand, with her free hand she points to her left, "There is one two rows that way, at the end. You should start seeing a sign for it once you leave this point anyway."

"Thank you very much," Sarah replies with an unbalanced movement, this she did not notice, the woman had already started to make her way down a different row. 'I transferred...' Sarah's mind whispers to her gently, she could not believe at this moment, she felt to drain to even give a cheer.

Sarah carefully walked towards the restroom, keeping close to the edges case she should fell and not get up, something that she felt she could not do at this moment of time- she was sure she could collapse later in his hotel room.

'I transferred.' Sarah's mind tells her once more, she felt a shiver run down her spine- a dizzy spell came over her and she had to wait for it to fade before moving again.

She noticed the signs as she reached the point, they were clearly marked in three different languages. Glancing around she sees no people about, she could hear them somewhere in the distance, but no one was actually near him.

Noticing the opening archway to the restroom Sarah sighs, she forces herself to move a little faster now that her goal was in sight of her. As she got there she first moves was to sign for the 'ladies', however, she pauses to stare at the 'disabled's' restroom, she went in these a few times in the past when his grandmother was unwell and needed help getting up and down, she knew that they would be big and spacious.

Changing her course slightly she heads for the larger room, opening it she hurries inside and closes it shut behind her then locking it, she quickly walks over to the sink and held onto the side. There was a mirror above and she saw her face, a deadly shade of grey, blood was on both corners of her mouth as well as right before. She could see her chest better now, it did not look good.

"I transferred!" Sarah told her reflection with a small exhausted smile, she hums to herself tiredly as she rips her top off her body with a thought, then the rest of her clothes and belongings. Soon she stood there naked, she carefully glances into the mirror and at the door, worried that those pale cloaked men were going to crash through any moment.

Reaching over she let the hot tap run, she brings a handkerchief from her sub-space into her hand and soaks it. Then she slowly starts cleaning her body, the blood had left a bloody circle on her chest and stomach; she did not bother with soap, she was too tired to care, the only thing she wanted to was clean it as best she could.

Studying her chest, she sees that all that was left was a thin scar.

Finishing her front she opens a window and searching through her clothes- she rose an eyebrow when she noticed that was laying something out for him on her sofa, making it easy to grab and all it over to her image on the window screen.

"Thanks!" Sarah calls to him lightly, her voice sounded rough now that she had raised it.

With a small flash, she was dressed in some warm clothes. Even though it was summer she was grateful for the dark blue jumper and long black trousers, she felt like she had no blood in her body at the moment. Feeling worried she bought her hand up to her neck and placed on her pulse, and breathe a sigh of relief as she felt the weak throb there.

"I'll take a little nap," Sarah says remembering seeing large sofas during her walk here, "... but first, let's rinse that blood taste out of my mouth."