Snippet #2430627

Vi opened her eyes to the woods around her, her head hurting as her nose twitched. The smells were different here, fresh and crisp as she turned her head, looking around. She was in some sort of woods, the green trees around her swaying softly as their whispers brushed past her ears. The sky was bright and blue, so bright it hurt her eyes. She closed them, rolling onto her back as her fingers sunk into the damp earth. Her nose took in the tang of the grass below her as her wounds stretched tight. The scabs didn’t pop as she pushed herself up.

Her vision swam as she stood softly, her knees wobbling under her as she steadied herself on a tree. The back of her head hurt, but not like someone had struck her, more like there was something magical working through her body that made her want to go back to sleep. Slowly she shook it off, her gold eyes surprised to find a backpack. She didn’t remember having one, but it smelled like her as did the things she found in there. It had to be hers then, right? Even if it wasn’t there was no one else around that she could see or smell. Her ears twitched as she looked up and around, slinging the pack onto her back before staggering off into the woods. She headed with her back against the sun, leaning on trees as she made her way deeper.
She had a name, it was Vi. Her brows crinkled in confusion. She didn’t know who had given her that name, but she knew that’s what people had called her. That and a number. 7 something something. So where were they now? And where had she come from? How had she gotten here in these woods? And even more pressing, where was she going?

Her hand reached up and grabbed hold of the necklace tight around her neck.
“Guide me home,” she whispered softly.