okay, this is a story that may seem awkward in style. but i'm fiddling with an idea here and i need to stretch my immagination a bit.

Free falling.
Floating.
Drifting.
Pretty Colors.
Reds, why are they reds?
All of them, reds.
Why?
My first thoughts. At least of this existence. I awoke at the age of ten, never to remember anything further back than that first fall. I still dream about it.
Yellows too. Why?
Is this lava?
What is lava?
Am I gonna die?
I was falling into a volcano. For longer than I ever expected to live, I fell. I don’t know why I remember a volcano. I don’t know why I survived. I blacked out as I hurled away from that pinprick of light.
I awoke to find darkness all around me. Darkness I couldn’t see in, but darkness I could move in. I knew where everything was, all the rocks and crevices in my brain. I didn’t know why. The reds were gone. The yellows were gone. I glided into a room that was as small as a dog bed. The room started to glow. Blue, a light, feathery blue, filtered about and glittered all around me. I lay down, lulled to sleep by a soft lullaby on harp strings.
No one believes this really happened. No one will believe that it could have happened. So I’ve kept this secret, all of the years I’ve been living in this twenty-first century.
“Ailia, time for school!” Mother called me out of my reverie. I pushed my white-blonde hair back over my shoulder and smoothed my plaid skirt out. Running down the stairs I remembered why I was here. I awoke in a hospital room, found in a hole in a mountain, supposedly a recently orphaned Ajani tribe member. I was in America now, and around sixteen.
“See you after school, Ailia. Have an awesome day.” I hugged Mother and braced myself for a new school year in a new school. The bus pulled up. The driver was a sour elderly woman whom I immediately tried to make friends with. She grunted at my hello. That wasn’t happening. I looked through the bus. Only one open seat was left for me. I slid into the seat behind a large football player and across from the head cheerleader.
“Oh, will you look at this!” The football player turned around and started teasing me. “Where’d you come from, Beauty?” Curse my eyes. They make every single guy make fun of me. Some of the ones in relationships tease me too. My eyes are a sea green-blue. Very warm, gentle eyes that made me look sweet and innocent. Most guys love picking on sweet and innocent girls.
A crowd gathered around me after his rather loud remark. I glanced around and sighed. I was hoping this wouldn’t happen.
“Okay, look. I am not a circus freak. So let’s just settle this now, okay?” They all cocked their heads or raised their eyebrows. I stood up and cracked my knuckles, sighing. If only I could just be nice and kind. I had to become wild and fierce. “Who do you want to have first punch?”
“Excuse me, Beauty?” He blinked rapidly. “Are you gonna fight me?”
“I’m tempted.” I replied. “I guess I get first punch then, right?” He looked confused. I punched him right in the solar plexus, followed by a quick elbow to the gut. I raised my knee, threatening his jewels when he cried uncle. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, “My name is Ailia.”

I did fairly well in school. I was mostly bored. I had learned this stuff already last year, so I had no problem skipping the next day. I had Mom call in sick and we headed to the park.
“Mom, where exactly was I found?” I asked as I spread my jelly over my bread.
“Somewhere in Ireland, I think. I don’t remember exactly.” I knew that was a lie. She remembered it everyday as she looked at me. This was the answer she gave me everyday. “It was a mountain.” I knew this as well. “It was on the western side.” This was new.
“Near the Atlantic?”
“Yes.” She looked at me with love only a mother can have. “On a tiny island. Right next to the sea. You didn’t have a mark on you, but you were sealed up in that rock. We couldn’t figure it out, and so we just came up with something that sort of made sense. Now I still don’t know where you came from.”
“I’m going there.” I started calculating how long it would take to save up the kind of money to get on a plane.
“You can’t! I mean, it’s in the middle of the school year and-”
“And I’ve already taken all of these classes. I’ll be fine.”
“Then I’m taking you there. I don’t mind missing work for my little girl.” I smiled.

Hiking around the base of the mountain, I found it was only around 450 meters high. It was more like a large hill. I was found at the base, and it wasn’t even a volcano by the looks of it. We still did some poking around. I was searching an outcrop when I fell into a hole.
Falling.
Memories flooded my brain. Memories of a woman with a tattoo on her arm speaking in a tongue that was understood back then. Memories of a war, of someone cornering me on a volcano top. Memories of my magic blasting him backwards off the mountain, but how it pushed me into the volcano. I must be dreaming.
I awoke in a field of wildflowers, sweet as a new spring day. The sky was bluer than any blue you could ever imagine, a blue so deep it took your worries away. I sat up, sure I was still dreaming. Any time I would awaken at the bottom of that hole I fell into. I looked up. A rift in the sky was mending itself, and through this rift I saw blackness and search teams. Then it was gone. I lay back down on my back and soaked it in. Home was gone, and I couldn’t get back on my own. Tears sprung into my eyes. I was alone.