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"The Lightmite's Message" by moonrabbitprincess
I open my eyes. Glowing bulbs of light spot my vision while I lie motionless in the grass. As I begin to gain consciousness I see that there are what must be thousands of Lightmites swirling above my head. Their luminous glow warms me to the core. Somehow, I am filled with a familiar feeling of home.
The dazzlingly display is briefly lived as I realize that I have no memory of coming to the Haunted Woods. How did I get here and why did I come? I look up at an ancient tree towering above me in a dark, moonlit clearing. This isn’t my home but it’s so similar to what I’ve known my entire life; and although I want to feel at ease, something isn’t the same as before.
I feel heavy – as if moving even an inch would be an impossible feat. I look down at myself, feeling my mouth drop open in utter disbelief. My sense of heaviness is quickly replaced with a rush of adrenaline. Dashing as quickly as I can to the nearby lake, I look down at my reflection in the moonlight. To my surprise, the flustered face of a Faerie Kacheek stares back at me.
“This is… this is impossible.” I stutter to myself. I need to calm down and try to remember how I got here in the first place. The last thing that comes to mind is…
Nothing. Not one memory comes to mind as I stand here alone, shivers rolling down my spine. What a strange and dizzying feeling to recall nothing of the past. All I can be sure of right now is that the reflection looking back at me is completely new. I’ve never felt this way; and while these woods are uncannily familiar, I know for a fact I’ve not visited the Haunted Woods before. So why would I suddenly appear here with not one single memory to help guide me to safety?
Soon after I muster up the courage to begin walking, I trip over a root and accidentally let out a small yelp as my arm collides with a tree stump. A Werhond howls off in the distance; a reminder that I need to be very careful. Feeling helpless and confused, I eventually curl up under a tree to sleep in hopes that I will wake up returned to normal. A few hours later I am awoken by pounding rain which quickly jolts me back to reality.
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