1: The Place Where We Begin
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museboxonahillWhen the dawn broke and her and the small group of others set out to hunt down some herbs and maybe some game large enough to feed the tribe Lyra did not add being eaten by something on that list. As we all know life rarely if ever goes to plan.
Usually she would be exempt from the rotation of people chosen to go on the hunt, she was one of only a hand full with the abilities needed to heal. Healers were notoriously 'squishy' in battle as their skill lay with giving life and recovering. However this time she had gone because they were short a person. It would get her off the grounds for a while and be something she could learn off of. They weren't heading to an area that was active with things to be aware of on the danger scale anyway.
It was a big shock to everyone in the party when they were ambushed by creatures, and an even bigger shock when one of them tore into party members like they were nothing but shreds of paper and made off with Lyra. It had already done her harm and had her in the clutches of it's jaw. She was certain she was done for and then she blacked out.
She didn't die though and no one was more shocked than she herself when she had actually came to. Pale blue eyes blinking rapidly trying to clear blood and dirt so she could see. There was pain, but she couldn't focus on it even though the injuries burned as though acid had been spilled on them and her muscles bruised and battered, whined and locked up in protest of movement.
It was desolate, the land around her it looked like someone had bombed the place and what was left was pretty bereft of anything even remotely livable. She had to get up, some way some how and make her way back to the grounds in which she and her tribe lived. First she would have to find some coverage, it couldn't all be gone. Could it?
Usually she would be exempt from the rotation of people chosen to go on the hunt, she was one of only a hand full with the abilities needed to heal. Healers were notoriously 'squishy' in battle as their skill lay with giving life and recovering. However this time she had gone because they were short a person. It would get her off the grounds for a while and be something she could learn off of. They weren't heading to an area that was active with things to be aware of on the danger scale anyway.
It was a big shock to everyone in the party when they were ambushed by creatures, and an even bigger shock when one of them tore into party members like they were nothing but shreds of paper and made off with Lyra. It had already done her harm and had her in the clutches of it's jaw. She was certain she was done for and then she blacked out.
She didn't die though and no one was more shocked than she herself when she had actually came to. Pale blue eyes blinking rapidly trying to clear blood and dirt so she could see. There was pain, but she couldn't focus on it even though the injuries burned as though acid had been spilled on them and her muscles bruised and battered, whined and locked up in protest of movement.
It was desolate, the land around her it looked like someone had bombed the place and what was left was pretty bereft of anything even remotely livable. She had to get up, some way some how and make her way back to the grounds in which she and her tribe lived. First she would have to find some coverage, it couldn't all be gone. Could it?
