The Story of Shara.
(continued)
Raging through the trees, fellow primates to either side — you rush forward. Swinging from limb to limb. Everyone, rushing. Countless numbers. All closing in on one position. The forest is alive. It feels as though the whole world is vibrating — the insects are crawling, small animals scurrying, everything, moving.
You and your comrades converge on a gully. In the bottom of the gully is a primate unlike any others. Entirely white, from head to toe. White fur. Large, but not unbelievably so. The panthers, and primates look on. Silence. You don’t know how, but you know that this majestic primate is about to draw its last breath…
The forest erupts. Chaos and carnage as friend and foe alike tear each other apart. Panthers tearing flesh from primates. Madness ensues upon the death of the great white ape.
There is pressure on your chest, the weight of a hand you come to recognize. Everything slowly comes into focus as you open your eyes. Breaths drawing heavily. The earth clings to your perspirant skin as you come back into consciousness, and the fear returns as quickly as it came.
You peer into deep golden eyes. A haunting, and beautiful visage. A human face, but the skin is grey. The hair is white. You recognize it as a woman, who has placed her heavy hand on your chest, in an attempt to calm you.
You scream. It picks up its hand and backs away a bit, recognizing the life in your eyes. You both sit, mirroring each other. One hand on the ground, one knee half bent, the other extended. A few feet apart. Both having recently come to consciousness in an unknown place.
You recognize that it is just as scared of you, as you are of it. You calm down for a moment, trying to recollect how you got here. What’s your name? You can’t remember your name…
Glancing at your hands, you take in what you can see. There is a crater, and this being in front of you. You’re not hurt badly, but you can tell you are hurt from the throbbing in your head. There is a crater that you’re next to… your phone! You have a phone, you can find out who you are!! Why you remember that you have a phone, but not your own name eludes you.
You open it and are greeted by a background. “I know I can” A figure jumping with a rainbow trail behind him. “I know I can” you echo back to it. And then… a lock. You can’t remember the password.
All the while, the being looks on. It sees you’ve calmed and matches suit. For all intents and purposes, it looks like a human being. Down to its petite frame, and height. Though it has grey skin, deep golden eyes, and white hair. Even the anatomy, and musculature is that of a human.
”What happened?” you ask.
She stares blankly.
”Do you know how we got here? Why do you look like that?” You ask. Realizing that you are both in the middle of nowhere.
Were we doing a photoshoot? Am I a photographer and this is my model? We dressed her up or something? Why isn’t she talking? Why does my head hurt? How come I can’t remember my name? Deep breaths. Okay, we can figure this out. She’s obviously just as dazed as I am, we must have been in an accident or something. But no one else is around. Nothing else is around. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Tools. I have a trowel. A hat. No wallet. But a phone.
”How do I know you?” you say, just a little bit slower. You don’t want to seem condescending, but she’s also not responding — so what are you supposed to do?
Still that blank stare.
That’s all for today!
Thanks so much for reading, and happy holidays you guys.
As always,
Stay warm.
DC
The Hero’s Journey
