There's something missing. Something in the air... a scent, a breeze, a sound. Nothing is the way it should be. I turn my head, gazing in every direction, trying to hear as far as I can. The jagged rocks of the mountains around me pierce through the sky with a forbidding aura that makes me want to flee, but a promise had been made. I continue to walk forward, step by step, thorns piercing my now callused skin, rocks embedding themselves in my makeshift shoes. The clothes I have are only scraps. Ripped apart by the force of nature and time. My skin is now dark, colored by the heat of the sun. My hair is white, bleached, ripped, tangled to the point where I knew of no other alternative than to take my own knife to it. My eyes have long lost any sight to them, a pale blue similar to that of a cloudy day has taken place of any specs of color. I could feel no pain, only fear. I could no longer see, but I could hear. The strange colors of my imagination had replaced those of reality. The sounds in my mind, and the rustling all around me kept me company on my journey. A promise. One that bound me by faith, by morals. I continued forward, nearing the base of the mountain, I could feel other presences around me. A snake, a hawk, scorpions, and... the one thing I came for. I could feel it just beyond the reach of my fingertips. A strange energy pulsing from the only thing that could make this all worth it. A reason for the dry blood on the soles of my feet and arms. The blindness in my eyes, the pain I could no longer feel. I could almost touch it... suddenly an unrecognizable rustling sounded next to my feet, I swung my wrist behind me, hoping to protect myself from this strange presence. I hit air, but I could feel something there. An aura at my feet, rising to meet my knees and slowly continuing towards my waist. I try to run, but it has me entrapped, I cannot move, I cannot speak. My voice has no power, no strength. I can feel all energy in me weakening as this air rising like steam envelopes me. I can almost forget why I was here. Then I remember... it was a promise. A promise I almost kept. My knees crash to the ground as I can feel a last tear fall down my cheek, and then, I can see.
A/N: Again... strange, unexplainable inspiration.