
The Drowned
She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know what happened to her. She wishes to find out, but some things are better left forgotten. There is a storm coming in from the sea...
“I don’t know where I am.
“How did I get here?
“…Who I am?
“I woke up on this beach… I don’t know how I got here or why.
“…What is my name?
“Goddess… my head hurts… I can’t… think…
“…Is that a village up ahead?
“It looks very old, but maybe I can find help! There is a storm coming in from the sea, hopefully I’ll be able to find some shelter before it breaks.
“Oh Goddess what was that!
“I thought I saw something far away across the beach, something, or somepony coming in from the sea… It was silhouette of something… I can’t see it anymore, it’s… gone.
“Was it real?
“…There is something not right about this place…”
Image by Cerraka
9493 words: Estimated about 1 hour to read
2 Chapters:
- The Beach 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC3300
- The Black Figures 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC6193