Lost and Alone

[Flamebird]

Obviously carrying a sassy personality, the woman motioned with her arms. I looked around, gazing upon the long dunes of snow. They stretched as far as the eye could see. It made me nervous. This was like a flat version of Eiskalt, without the protective mountain prisons looming over me. The landscape was exposed, like Corone, and for this arctic climate it was frightening. I looked back to the woman, who was scooping a steak from the stone top to her plate.

"Why, you're in Scavia, lass!"

Oh no! Salvar!

I gasped, reaching to hug myself then wincing. Man, I hurt! I had insisted on dressing my own wounds, knowing that my own blood was toxic to other people. The bandages and wrappings I had applied kept my blood inside my body, but did nothing for the bruises and bumps. How did I get so decimated like this? Why was my memory failing me?

From behind me, I heard boots crunching in the snow. I turned to see the man who had been skinning the cat walking up to the fire. He had a more golden skinned complexion, and I could sense a faint magic within him.

"I might have a theory."

I raised my head a bit higher in expectation. He bent down, pulling his blood soaked gloves off and enjoying the fire. "I'm descended from the Sinai, the Naurim to be exact. I can kind of sense magical energy because of it."

The woman snapped her fingers, causing my gaze to snap back to her. She wore an excited grin. "Yes! It was Annor who sensed you in the first place, lass!"

I looked back to the much calmer Annor, who reached up and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. Nothing was there, then there you were. I think..."

I felt myself freeze at his conclusion, "You were somehow teleported."