All alone, in nothingness. All is dark and empty, and cold. I feel like crying. I hurt, something hurts. As I end my dark sleep, the bright light tortures my eyes. My head is sore, I am all alone. An emptiness in my stomach. I'm shivering, I can't feel anything. Nothing but this constant pain in my stomach and head. Light invades my once dark world, blinding me. I yearn for the darkness; this light hurts my eyes. I close them. The light remains, giving me no comfort. I choke on water, so cold. I stop. I'm not moving. The cold has left me, but is still here. A different cold. The one before was a surrounding cold. This is an emptiness cold. The cold from nothing against you, like sleeping without shelter, even in the warm summer. The light has receded, leaving me in darkness once again.
The light is here again; so bright. I can feel my body. I feel the wet ground beneath me. I feel the pain in my head and stomach. Why must this light torment me so?
Images form before my eyes. White and blue. I lay before an ocean of blue. I'm warm now. So tired. I rise to my feet. Pain returns to me; my head and stomach. The sound of waves fills the air. I want to sleep; I need to. Alone on an empty beach. The wet, warm sand beneath my feet. I am not alone, but I am. Another is here, lifeless, lying in the cold water. A life lost, taken by this sea; the same that has delivered me from death. Memories fill my head: a ship. We're traveling on the ocean. Screams! We're rocking back and forth. The ship has been hit by something! I run below the deck. One of the Tegan slaves is free! People everywhere. Shouting, pushing, running! Nothing. Nothing after that. One of the Tegan slaves lays here, dead. Disgusting Tegans. They should all die! Murderers, thieves, all of them. A sadness dwells within me. Why? Why does the death of one more horrible Tegan grieve me? Why do I feel this sorrow for him? For that thing? I'm alive, that's what matters.
As the waves roll in and out, I stand here, watching. Kind, gentle waves. I owe you my life. No food comes forth from these waves, nor the ground on which I stand. I must leave; leave this place of new beginning. All is empty. This world bears no shade. A vast desert stretches from the sand in front of me. The cold water to my back. A long journey through a baren, dry land awaits me.
I walk through this wasteland, hungry and tired. The calming rhythm of waves fades as I push forward. Morning ages. I fall. Onward I go as my feet grow more painful. I leave my shoes behind, forgotten forever. Step after step in the fire of the sand takes me through this world. The heat pouring from the parched ground and burning sun above me. Will I ever find food? Water? Shade? Shelter? Life? If I die right now, this would be over. No, things will get better. Somewhere...lost in time...is happiness. So many memories, past feelings, I need to get to them; they await me, somewhere.
Wait, what's that? Do my weary eyes decieve me? No, it's a town! People! Food! Water!
My burning feet carry me swiftly through the thick heat. Nothing else matters. I feel no pain, only the urge to move forward. There it is, in front of me, taunting me. I must keep going. It's my only hope. Just a little longer; a little more. On and on I walk until I can't bear it any longer. The town approaches too slowely, this can't be right. But now I'm here, and I've drawn the attention of a fit, young man. Hair of golden yellow about his head, and the color of the sea in his eyes. Bold and tough. Dirt stains accent the creases in his white, sleeveless shirt, permitting sharply curved, bare arms to be seen. His legs are covered by a rough, brown hide. He has shifted his position to better hinder my passing. Fight him! Beat his pretty face!
The urge to test my strength against his is almost overpowering. No! I don't even know him! He hasn't hurt me in any way.
I'm brought rudely out of my thoughts with a sudden interruption. "Stop right there! Just where do you think you are going?" blurts out of him.
Maybe if you talk nicer I'll answer you.
"I just want some food and water!" and maybe a little fight.
"How can you prove that? How do I know you aren't here to kidnap little Miss Anna?"
"What are you talking about? Can't you see me? Do I look like a kidnapper? I'm thirsty and hungry, and I'm coming from out of the desert!" I won't let this go on for long.
"Now just one minute here! Don't you be coming here and talking to me in that tone!"
Just shut up already.
"If you don't move out of me way, I will bust that golden head right in before you can call yer mommy!" He does look like he would put up an interesting fight. This would be fun.
"Now...now just one minute here-" Okay, enough. Too much have I suffered through to be rewarded with this.
Heeding not the noise of this strapping young lad, a yell escapes my throat and my fist is thrown forward with the force of my body. A crunch. Did I get him?
I'm on my knees; my bloody knees. Did I cut them? Where is the pain then?
A drop of red falls, adding to the small pool about my legs. My mouth! I...I've been hit?
Everything fades, my legs, the blood, the bright sand; it all turns black.
My eyelids part, letting in no light. I'm here in the blackness of my surroundings. A sharp pain has made itself known to me from my jaw, along with the ever-present gnawing of my stomach. A warmth is around me; warm and soft. Nevertheless, 'tis strange indeed for one to open one's eyes and notice not a change. But wait, a small glimmer has pierced the darkness. A white speck in a sea of black. No, lot's of them. All these years I never noticed the beauty of the stars, twinkling far above us. No sound breaks this silence. What happened? Why had I attacked that boy? That strong, young man. I never was one for fights, but now I want to. I want to kill him. But he's stronger than I am. No, that doesn't matter, I'll beat him if I die trying! I didn't used to feel like this but I like it. Where is he? He thinks he bested me does he? I'll show him not to mess with me! I'm a full-grown man, and have spent many days at sea. I captured tegans...those poor tegans. Why did I do it? Why couldn't we just let them be? Sure they're dangerous, but they don't deserve enslavement, no matter how much I used to hate them. They took my Elluinda though!
Memories of depressed nights return to my mind. Her life, taken by those monsters. Though she was unfair to them, the poor tegans...no! Stop thinking that! What's come over me? Those animals are ruthless, they killed my one true love, and I'm getting them back for it, and no one's going to stop me!
The warm blankets, brought to me apparently out of kindness and pity are thrown back as I depart from my place of rest. Quickly I rise to my feet and ahh! the pain!
My knees give and I fall hard on the cold, wooden floor on my hands. Letting my arms go I'm rolled onto my side, with nothing but the thobbing of my feet to my attention. I bring my foot up for a look, but alas, 'tis too dark for such tasks. My cautious pats reveal more confusion than explanations. My skin; it's hard. My foot can't feel the touch of my groping hand. The pain is under the skin, unreachable. What happened to my feet!
In desperation I pull myself toward the light from beneath the door. Thoughts rush through my mind. Are they rotten? Burnt?
A sudden fear of discovering the truth shakes through me, but the will to know is stronger. I'm propelled forward with my arms and knees dragging, ever careful not to hit my tender feet against the hard floor below. The dim, blue light draws near. Without warning, a shocking sting is lodged in my right knee. Collapsing from the agony and following my instincts, my eyes instantly fix on the dark emptiness where my leg resides. The hurting so sharp. I can't steady my hands as they carefully feel for the wound. My once descent pants now bear a gash. My fingers run over something hard, and stop. A spike has sliced through the skin, buried into my leg above the knee. My fear of further pain battles the logic of pulling it from me. With a physical effort and a willpower to match, the steak is wrenched from the deep cut in my flesh, freeing the warm fluid to ooze down my leg. Casting aside the giant splinter from the wooden floor, I struggle toward the thin, pale light. All alone in this fight against my weaknesses. The glow is my only goal, my one guide. My empty insides suffer from this slithering motion.
In time, the door to my escape is nigh. Grasping the knob, I rise to my left knee and turn my hand. Dim light floods my eyes and a breath of cold, salty air fills my lungs. The cool breeze brushes my face, and out of comfort and weariness, my hand is relaxed and releases its grip of the handle, and my body falls against the hard sand. This is the end; the end of this toil. I will go no further while the sky is dark. The blue surroundings disappear from sight.