The blue sky melted against the forest floor. I walked braking sticks with every step, the clouds turned to ash and rain spilled across my bare skin What had happened? where was I going?
A warm drip fell on my pale olive skin. Silk brown hair fell hair rested on my bare shoulders. Wandering Aimlessly, no clothes, no shoes, nothing.
My feet were aching, slits and bruises bordered my body. Crimson blood stapled as foot prints leaving a trail of sorrow behind me. Who am I? were am I going? what had happened?
Wind brushed against my skin, the branches shook. I have no fear. "Some shall be pardoned, and some shall be punished." These were only words I could confide too. They danced in my head repeatedly.
Blind to my world, and blind to my self. Rain drenched my hair and blood stained my skin. A sudden urge to fall to my knees and cry over flowed in my body, much like a steaming kettle. I felt like a puppet. Being controlled. or a piece in a game I chess.
Am I a pawn or a queen, will I win or lose? Who am I?