Clover

Chapter 1 ~

I awoke in a seemingly abandoned town. My back felt the cold stone ground and the cracks in between the different stones. A flower crown was adorned my head and a bow was tied around my neck. I stood up, gathering my senses. I assumed I'd been laying down for awhile, since, the blood rushed to my head and I had to lay down to gather myself again. I sat up and took in the view around me.

The town didn't appear very old- heck, it couldn't even be called a town, maybe a small village. Nevertheless, there wasn't anyone around. I got up, patting off some dust.

I took in the view around me, bland colors, drafty blinds, and creaking doors. The village wasn't much of anything. There were a couple bazaars that doubled as a living space. One such bazaar, had a display of colored sheets. The colors of the sheets used to be vibrant, but the rays of the sun had already lightened most of the fabric. I walked over to the sheets and ran my hand through the fabrics. Some were soft, some were scratchy, some were cold, and some were warm. I selected one of the sheets, thinking of course, if no one else was here and this place is abandoned, I might as well take some cast aside items.

The sheet was a dull blue, splotched with little white flowers. I attempted to tie it around my neck, but the ends of the fabric being to short, it didn't work out very well. I couldn't untie the bow around my neck either to make the matter easier. I promptly ripped the sheet, creating a very uneven tear. Again I tried to tie the sheet around my neck, which worked!

I'm not sure what the purpose of having a cape was, but it made me feel better and I'm certain that's all that matters. Again I took in my surroundings, I noticed a glimmer further down the stone pathway. As I neared the shining thing, I noticed it was some sort of statue. The statue itself was a bird, perhaps a heron, carved from a beryl-like substance. I circled the statue, thinking why would those that lived here, create a statue of a giant heron. Was it a God figure? Was it a symbol? Just something, someone decided to make? After trying to deduct the purpose of the statue I decided against it, there wasn't enough information for any of the arguments.

So instead, I chose to touch it.

I reached out my hand, my fingers outstretched, and touched the statue's chest. As soon as my fingers came in contact with the statue, I immediately recoiled. There was a cold, stinging sensation in my arm and I grasped it, shrinking down to the ground to relax my lower body. I continued grasping my arm, looking at the raging veins and tensed tendon. I cried out for help from fear. I never expected anyone to come, which was the correct conclusion. No one ever did come, to end my wails of agony or simply to calm me down.