Snippet #2180096

Lucy gulped again, the saliva in her mouth now wet enough to sooth her dry throat. She sat against the rock exhausted for the moment. Where was she?. She looked towards the mountain in the distance, "What are you?" she asked a loud. She grasped without conscious effort to the note in her hand and then realised she still held it, "Where did I get you?" she asked with curiosity of the note. Lucy looked up the blaring sun and squinted, revelling in the shade she was seated.

Then Lucy felt it. A presence. It was odd to say the least. She stood with trepidation, unsure of this odd sensation she was feeling. It was much like the mountain, but yet, different at the same time. It was weaker than her desire to move forward, but somehow linked to what she wanted. Lucy didn't remember where she was from, or much about who she was beyond her name; but she knew to trust her instincts. Lucy stood with purpose, and looked towards the mountain, she stepped from the shade of the rock formation and looked out across this expansive desert she found herself on and spoke quietly but with purpose, "Who, are you?"

Lucy turned herself completely so that she could face the man spying on her. Then she felt it more prominently - that sensation. That feeling of knowing this man was connected to something she was connected to too - "Where am I?" she asked before he could answer. Lucy looked to him with confusion and curiosity, "I feel like I know you... Or I'm supposed to know you." Lucy took a step forward and held the note out in her hand, she wasn't sure why, but she trusted him. Something within her trusted him. Her life was a mystery to her, but she had a purpose, she knew it, not specifically what it was, well no further than to make it to the mountain. Looking at the man Lucy knew he wasn't here to danger her, but while she felt connected to him in some way she was still hesitant somewhere within too. Suddenly she felt a surge of herself, it was small. But it was like she remembered a small bit of something like she found a strand of herself in this moment. Then Lucy remembered slightly, just a sliver of what she was; and suddenly her tone of curiosity was peppered with a sassy, "I can tell when people lie too..." Lucy looked at him, "I... I don't know who I am.. Or where I am... But I know when people lie."