Blair: The Sleeping Daughter
On the quest she discovered a dormant talent; she was a spirit witch, and powerful.
As time passed, the girl grew older in her world and waited excitedly for the time she could return to the fantasy land and her true love.
Only months passed in the other land, but the king and his advisors, the five wizards of Alizaria, worried greatly over the girl’s strength in spirit. If what she had accomplished in her quest was just the beginning, then perhaps her powers would increase as she aged. Perhaps she was an enemy of Alizaria.
The girl, just seventeen, was lured back into the other world where she was ambushed. The wizards bound her spirit to her body, preventing her reincarnation. But this was not a solution. If she was as strong as they suspected, then she could resurrect herself and lead an army of un-dead against the king and his people.
They placed a sleeping curse upon the girl; she was not dead, merely unable to live. She was buried in a place to be forgotten and never to be woken.
Her love married another and had a family.
On the other side of the gate, eight years passed, and her parents lost hope of finding their missing child.
In the fantasy land where time moves differently, faster or slower but never the same as the girl’s home, one thousand years had passed when the daughter of Salem was suddenly woken.
Chapter One: Awaken
The room was small and carved into the walls with small alcoves for glowing crystals. They struggled to push the darkness back, like a torch with dying batteries.
Panic rose high, clamping down her chest, squeezing out her breath. “What happened?” Her ears echoed with the rasped sound in the silence. Quickly she climbed out of the box and stumbled away from it. A lid lay crooked to the side.
“Oh, hell no.” She stumbled to a wall and bent over at the waist, gagging. Nothing came up from her empty stomach. She shook all over. Blair slid down the wall and sat as a jumble of limbs, like her body couldn’t remember how to position itself to sit.
Think carefully; what happened? She didn’t speak; the sound didn’t belong in this silence. Vague images flashed through her head. Wizards! She felt her face frown. Fucking wizards!
But what had they done?
She rolled over onto her knees and slipped. The dress she wore was tangled through her legs. Cold stone pushed against her belly. She yelped and hurried to stand.
Blair reached a hand out to a crystal. She wrapped her cold fingers around it and pulled it from the wall. Like she had been taught, she blew on it and it brightened.
She squinted against the sudden light. “Ow.”
Her “room” was carved stone with flecks of orange throughout it. She waved the crystal around and the flecks glittered. In the centre of the room was the box with the lid. The word squatted on her tongue; coffin.