I shivered slightly. My limbs felt stiff as I tried to stretch them out. What had happened to make my muscles feel so sore? I sat up, looking around. I was in a clearing that looked vaguely familiar, like an unnerving sense of déjà vu. A group of people sat not far off, linked by a silver thread of magic. I wondered what they were gathered around and why the air felt heavy with sadness. A cold nose nuzzled my hand. I smiled slightly as I saw a black she-wolf curled around me. I ruffled her ears gently. Movement from the group of people turned my attention back to them. They had disbanded a little; two silver-haired men walked a little way off and started to dig a hole. I saw what they were all gathered around. A dead girl. Disgust welled up inside me. Had they murdered her? No. That didn’t make sense when you considered the sadness in the air. A strange cross between a human and a purple monkey stood up, taking the girl into his arms. I watched with a child-like curiosity as he walked over to the hole and carefully laid the body inside it.
