You'll remember me when the west wind moves
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She lay there for a while, long after tears had dried and day should have turned into night. But there was no such thing as change here, only the deep, impenetrable mist and the monotone vegetation around her. Behind white eyelids, memory insisted that her spirit guide should be here with her. When she first had been thrown into this place, the departing flash of blue had darted away into the nothingness of whatever existed beyond this place. Weary yet numb eyes squinted out into the pale air above her, but there were never any answers to be found to all the questions she carried around inside her. Noir had never been the brightest girl, not while alive and not now, but in life she had always found individuals she could confide in. Now there were no help to be found anywhere, just nothing at all.

The option to sleep was there, but she feared closing her eyes here, so far from the home she knew and loved. If she had only had something familiar to hang on to, it could have given her some courage, but everything that had been part of her life had disappeared with the last breath she had ever taken. Even that cruel moment was preferred above this.

But now, something impossible was happening. White, wolfish ears reached up on top of her hanging head at the sound, so different from the brush of empty breeze against the fields of barley. The forgotten feeling of a racing heart leaped against her chest; a dearly missed, though terrifying feeling. Sitting up, gilded eyes squinted to peer through the think banks of merciless fog. Is someone there? her voiceless lips whispered. The white Aston would have thought she would have leapt with joy at the possibility of company, but now intuition held her back. The slight shuffling noise grew stronger, closer. Dirty palms pressed against her youthful face in quiet awe, and building fear. Was someone there? Something? Friend or foe? Images of demons and mean puppy eaters flashed before staring eyes. The taste of her own fear was all she could comprehend, all of a sudden.



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