The Forgotten Title

Prologue:

Prologue: 

Flashes of light blinded her, stinging her eyes with their brightness. Falling through icy air, she was spun around, disorientated. Her arms and legs were thrown around her, hitting into her aching body. Suddenly ice-cold water enveloped around her, pulling her down, robbing her lungs of air. Fighting against the current pulling her down, she kicked towards the surface. Breaking through, she took a gulp of freezing air and looked around. Grey ocean rolled out in all directions, wave upon wave of glacial water, with no sign of land. 

Steadying her breathe, she looked around for something to hold on to. A piece of driftwood floated near her. Kicking exhausted legs, she swam over to the log, hauling her upper body on top of it. Laying her throbbing head against the rough bark, she fought sleep, determined to stay awake and alert. Eventually it was too much, and she drifted off into unconscious.

... 

Darkness. That was all she could see. Pain and darkness, that was all she could feel and see. Not black, but not enough light. Lapping waves, cold water and no other sounds of human life. What the hell happened? Even thinking hurt. Head on the wet sand, salt in her nose. Blinking open heavy eyes, she tried to see where she was, but as she went to lift her head, pain shot through it, forcing her back down. Trying again, she pulled on her dwindling strength and forced her eyes open. She wrestled her aching body into a sitting position and surveyed her surroundings. 

Towering cliffs, seemingly endless as they bled into the sky in front of her. Cold gold sand stretching to her left and right and then continuous steel ocean behind her. She could see a narrow path cut into the cliff and knew this was her best chance of survival. 

Her brown hair with streaks of blonde hung heavy around her shoulders, dripping with salt water. She had to find her way off the beach and back to safety, if only she could summon the strength. Crawling over to a large rock sticking out the sand, she forced herself onto her knees and struggled to her feet. That was when she noticed the jagged cut running down her calf, gushing waterfalls of brilliant, red blood onto the golden sand beneath her. As consciousness began to slip away, she heard a faint shout, running boots across the sand, strong warms arm wrapping around her, propping her up. A golden face with iridescent blue eyes looking down at her, shaking her, asking if she was alright. 

"Don't do that. It hurts." she muttered. 

"Sorry," a strong, deep voice said. The person then picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other around her back. "Come on, let's get you inside." Pain flooded through her again. Then back to black.