Prologue: The Wakening.
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Her mind was deep beneath a million shadows: a lake of darkness as thick and dense as sludge.
A tiny spike of feeling touched her consciousness. She frowned, and…then again she could hardly be sure if she herself was frowning. It was more the emotion of a frown: if such a thing existed. Besides the confusion she found at such an idea, there was the fact that she didn’t know.
She didn’t know where she was, or why she couldn’t see or hear anything. Who and what she was: remained even more of a mystery.
Again the frown-emotion.
No, she could hear something…off way and way into the distance, like the tapping of a very small hammer against stone.
A ray of warmth touched skin where she envisioned her leg to be, and with it, the noise grew louder.
Storm-cloud eyes looked at her: a man. He was telling her something…about a condition, a curse, or…a plague?
The closest she could get to a sound escaped from the location she roughly believed her mouth to be. As it was, the once-seemingly regular knowledge of where each part of her body was located seemed too far beyond her reach and capability.
The flash of images about the grey-eyed man had come so suddenly that it was quite frightful: memories perhaps? But if so - if she even had memories that had been lost in the first place - then her situation only frightened her all the more.
She reached her thoughts back and tried to draw together any recollections of where she had been before this black, suspended space. It was like trying to keep hold of rice that slipped through her fingers the more she grasped at it. However as she continued to look and persist, occasional moments of recognition began to bump up against her mind.
This time, the idea was one of a smile. There were memories there, just like so many clothes jumbled together in a washing machine. If only she could latch onto them.
The tapping grew louder, as did the warmth. Growing so much that it had begun to transform into...... what she could only describe as light.
Light.
Another memory pushed forward.
She was standing in a room between rows and rows of white hospital beds, and she had had a thought.
She knew in her memory that she was a human being, but something had caused that to change. To make her realize that this wasn’t how she was meant to be. Then there had been light, lots of light: more brilliant than a thousand light-bulbs and even more beautiful than the first star. It had surrounded her and changed her…
She closed her eyes as the memories completely filled her mind one after the other: hundreds more. Once the final one ended, a wave of sorrow bled out over her. Slowly she sensed her body, as only a ....... person who had been asleep so long could do. She had scales, hundreds of scales, and a body slender and long.
She remembered.
It wasn’t even all that hard now: the memories had never been gone, just asleep like she had been. The dark stone that encased her body began to fracture about her, and the thinnest vein of light brightened her world.
A great fire rose up within her, bringing her surging awake.
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