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The distant call of a lone gull was the first sound that brought Chaucer back into reality. Its screech was torture to her ears, every call like a rusty bolt drilling into her already throbbing skull. Her muscles ached so much that she could barely force herself to move. She finally opened an eye, wincing as she realized that sand had gotten inside. Sand… that was odd.
She couldn’t remember what events had preceded this moment. As her vision came back to focus and adjusted to the darkness, she could see that white sand surrounded her. She spat out a mouthful of grit and looked around. Just endless sand covering the ground, strange trees here and there, a gull waddling along the ground. And the water. She’d thought she felt something cold on her hind legs. She snapped back around and saw dark waves that seemed to stretch all the way to the star-spattered horizon. She let out a defeated whimper as the fearful realization set in that she was completely lost. She dropped her head back into the ground’s fine covering and tried to think.
All she could remember was seeing the afternoon light coming through the gaps in her home’s wall and trying to sleep. Thoughts of her future plagued her mind like a virus, and sleep was her only escape. The ways of her village controlled what would happen to her, and the thought had been sickening her for months. There was no way for her to fight back, no way to escape it. The vague sliver of a memory brought her back to that afternoon. She saw the docks for only a split second, heard the water crashing on the gravel shores of the village. How long ago had that been?
As she scanned her surroundings again, a pile of broken wood caught her attention. It was a dull grey with flecks of red and gold, just like the wood in her village, harvested from trees native to the swamps there. Relief came over her as she realized she must be close to her home. She looked at it closer, realizing it was the wreckage of a small cargo boat. It looked just like the boats her village used to send unwanted remains and threats downstream. Relief turned to horror as it all began to make sense. These boats never came back. Unwanted cargo only had to go one way: away from the village. Far away.
“I’m never going home.” Her mind raced, memories of her home being swallowed by dark shapes.
“No one’s coming back for me.” Hot tears started to fall from her golden eyes.
“Someone wanted me gone.” Raw fear boiled in her stomach.
The beach became devoid of all noise as the moon was covered by a cloud.
“But who did this?”
She couldn’t remember what events had preceded this moment. As her vision came back to focus and adjusted to the darkness, she could see that white sand surrounded her. She spat out a mouthful of grit and looked around. Just endless sand covering the ground, strange trees here and there, a gull waddling along the ground. And the water. She’d thought she felt something cold on her hind legs. She snapped back around and saw dark waves that seemed to stretch all the way to the star-spattered horizon. She let out a defeated whimper as the fearful realization set in that she was completely lost. She dropped her head back into the ground’s fine covering and tried to think.
All she could remember was seeing the afternoon light coming through the gaps in her home’s wall and trying to sleep. Thoughts of her future plagued her mind like a virus, and sleep was her only escape. The ways of her village controlled what would happen to her, and the thought had been sickening her for months. There was no way for her to fight back, no way to escape it. The vague sliver of a memory brought her back to that afternoon. She saw the docks for only a split second, heard the water crashing on the gravel shores of the village. How long ago had that been?
As she scanned her surroundings again, a pile of broken wood caught her attention. It was a dull grey with flecks of red and gold, just like the wood in her village, harvested from trees native to the swamps there. Relief came over her as she realized she must be close to her home. She looked at it closer, realizing it was the wreckage of a small cargo boat. It looked just like the boats her village used to send unwanted remains and threats downstream. Relief turned to horror as it all began to make sense. These boats never came back. Unwanted cargo only had to go one way: away from the village. Far away.
“I’m never going home.” Her mind raced, memories of her home being swallowed by dark shapes.
“No one’s coming back for me.” Hot tears started to fall from her golden eyes.
“Someone wanted me gone.” Raw fear boiled in her stomach.
The beach became devoid of all noise as the moon was covered by a cloud.
“But who did this?”
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