Sunday, 4 April 2010
01:54:46 AM (GMT)
'Till they're there before your eyes;
I'll come back,
When you call me
No need to say good bye
After many hours of unconsciousness, Thalia awoke to the throbbing of her head. When
she tried to raise her arm to press a pale hand to it, she realized that they were
bound behind her back, and that she was lying in the corner of an unfamiliar tent.
Besides, the arm felt too heavy to move anyway. A warm, scratchy feeling began to
occupy her throat, adding to her discomfort with the situation. She decided to open
her eyelids fully; to take in her surroundings, really.
Then it all came back to her. The Namarians had raided her camp; their general tried
to take her hostage, and she had been beaten unconscious when she tried to put up a
struggle. No, that was too negative a memory for her. Instead, she decided to summon
up a positive one, and follow up with a nice list.
So she cast her mind around like a fishing hook, and remembered her eighth birthday;
how she had chased around her poor kitten all morning, how her family laughed when
she blew out the candles, spraying icing into the dog's face. The day had been
perfect; as was the memory. The perfect thing to make her smile, although it made her
bruised face ache more.
And now, the list.
"Five things that aren't so bad right now." She spoke aloud, not noticing the archer
girl sleeping not far from her. "One, I'm alive. Two, this is a pretty nice tent.
Three, the archer girl over there is pretty. Four, they'll probably let me go after
some negotiations. And five, soon the bruises will heal." She ended with a chuckle,
that turned into a sob halfway.