Isiria awoke from what had seemed to be a very long sleep. Rubbing her eyes she noticed that her village was now a pile of rubble. Tears ran down her face as she began to remember that day. Her skin did not feel at all different as if someone had healed her wounds and brought her back from that eternal sleep. There was so many questions going through her mind. But it wasn't the time to think but to find out herself. Picking up a nearby green and light blue cloak she wrapped it around herself and began walking to the Wyrm Swamp.
"Where are you all?" She asked the wind and the skies.
Tue Oct 07, 2008 12:28 pm
