Artemis

Cold.
Wet.
Dark.
Hungry.
Alone.

I laid there as the harsh droplets of the rain pounded onto my naked and muddy body. I could see each breath I took came out as clear as day because of the low temperatures.

I felt as if I was drowning; frantically trying to come up for air.

My body felt weak and so very heavy. The muscles inside inside my flesh refused to obey. I had nothing to give me the strength to get up.

Get up. The voice spoke.

Tears began to stream from the sides of my face, however, it was of no use when the rain only washed them away.

How did it even come to this? How did I end up in such a situation?

You need to get the fuck up or you'll die here. The voice demanded more harshly. It was right. I did need get my ass up...

But I couldn't.

It's as if my body was frozen in time and I would forever be its prisoner. This wasn't how I imagined dying. I was a warrior, the strongest among many of my kind, and yet my body had a mind of its own and refused to be obedient.

My eyes feel heavy. I feel heavy, so very very tired.

I was drowning deeper and deeper into the depths of the unknown. How dramatic it seemed. It's so real that it's unreal.

It was fun while it lasted. The voice in my head spoke again.

I managed to make a small smile.

"It was, wasn't it," my hoarse voice spoke back, finally closing my eyes, and let the abyss of the unknown consume me.