Dark.

It was very very dark.

And I was sick of it.

Sure, You could erase my memory.

Sure, you could dump me in the middle of nowhere,

Sure you could remove my right hand,

But why did it have to me so dark.

Sitting in on the top of a stone spire that dissapeared into the darkness below me. The only light coming from a small glowing pebble at my feet.

Your probably wondering how I ended up in this situation?

That is an excellent question... That I would also like to know!!!

Look all I know is that I appeared here. In a t-shirt, jeans, and having nothing else. (I don't even have shoes, Arent those important?)

Doesn't matter.

I tried to think back to the real world. But instead I thought back to a real world without me in it.

I could remember the world the, real world. But I couldn't imagine my place in it. I remembered how my race known as "human" had conquered our world through technology. How we had mastered the sky. I remembered those parts. But I couldn't remember who my family was. Or for that matter who I was. I knew I was a girl with long hair (because it kept getting in my face). But that was it.

So what to do...

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It is not like I had a cellphone to call emergency services with. And even if I did, what would I say to them? "Hello, yes I have been marrooned on a rock spike in the middle of infinite darkness!" Yeah that probably wouldn't cut it.

I began to panic. I panicked for a while. I do not know how long I panicked. Only that it was... A while.

When I finally calmed down. I began to look at the problem seriously

...

Okay, Okay, Maybe I went on a fifteen minute outloud rant about how this was a dream and how I could wake myself up.

For a strange reason, during this tantrum I did not feel hungry or thirsty. This would become VERY important later.

But AFTER that I began to try to think seriously.

The spire was very VERY tall. Looking down with my small pebble light in hand didn't do anything for me. There was nothing but blackness all around.

Then I had a brilliant-ish idea.

...

Okay it was a bad idea but who are you to judge me. It was a high stress situation and I didn't know what to do.

I couched down to my hands and knees. Then I bent down so that my body was hanging from the spire by my torso with my legs sticking off the other side. By bending down this way I managed to stick my arm with the pebble down further.

Nope.

Nadda.

As I tried to get back up, a bit winded from the excersise, I dropped the glowing pebble.

My one source of light plummeted out of existance before my very eyes.

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Ok in retrospective maybe project: "stick my arm as far down the spire as possible" wasn't the best idea.

I was in complete darkness.

-PLONK-

My head snaps back to where I had dropped Mr pebble. There he was, Sitting proudly on a bare stone ground about 4 ft below me.

I shouted for joy. My voice feeling muted. I jumped from the spire and landed on the stone ground.

Now I would like to say I did a deadpool worthy superhero landing.

Instead I stumbled drunkenly.

While atleast I had reached the ground and now I had my pebble.

I walked over the unevan stone ground.

Thinking about what to do.

Thinking about where I should go and why.

Not knowing anything.. I just picked a direction and started walking.

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DON'T JUDGE ME.

If you were in the same situation could you do any better? no? Thought so.

Besides I had more important things to think about.

Like food.

And water.

Which I strangely wasn't craving.

But they were still important things.

So I started walking.

-Raven The slaughterer. Regarding her first ever memory.