Arela’s eyes shot open abruptly. Looking up at a pure white ceiling, she had no memory of where she was…who she was…what she was. She tried to move her hands, but quickly found her wrists to be restrained in belts. Her ankles the same…she didn’t care to know the reason…she wanted out. She began to breathe quickly as she struggled. There was a weakness in the left restraint…after some fighting, it snapped. Quickly turning over, she released the strap on her right wrist, followed by those binding her legs. She looked down to her shredded clothes, nothing but a lab sheet covering her. In fact, if it had covered her head, she would look like a corpse in a morgue. She sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover her…looking around…there was nothing but strange devices…and tables…a girl lying not far from her.
She moved to step off, but ended up rolling off the platform instead, crashing to the ground with a hard thud. She didn’t even feel it. Her body was numb. Rising to her feet, her knees buckled as she struggled to stand. She was breathing hard…fighting for life. Gaining control, she pulled the sheet around her and walked to the girl laying unconscious. She looked down at her with a cold expression. Reaching forward towards her neck, she stopped at her shoulder and shook her fiercely. No response. She shook her again. There was a noise from the back of the room, Arela’s head darting up quickly. She pulled her hand away, and got on the defensive. Then nothing. Looking once more to the girl, she shook her head and walked towards the door.
Opening it, she saw nothing as far as her eyes could see. They blurred, so she rubbed them, pulled the sheet back up, then stumbled down the white stone halls towards the only thing she could sense….her Master. Her bare feet pattered down the halls as she stumbled occasionally, her body not wanting to cooperate with her for some unknown reason. Corridor after Corridor, the seemingly ceaseless trek continued. Stopping, she slid down the wall in which she used to support her, all the way to her knees. Her eyes felt heavy…she longed to sleep.
“No….” She fought, struggling to her feet again. Turning a corner, she was very close. She approached the door after a long walkway, and pushed it open without knocking. “My….Lord….” She muttered, falling to the ground.
The sound of feet rushing up to her was heard, and then speaking…but Arela couldn’t tell who or what it was…she lost consciousness shortly after. She just remembered the sensation of relief washing over her.
