Adrift

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Adrift is set within the V Osade Alternate Universe and is MAZEKA's entry to User:FireDrag1091's writing contest. The story is currently non-canon in FireDrag's universe.

Chapter 1-Drifting
Pain... Noise... Movement... Explosions... More pain...

Drifting...

Drifting...

Drifting...

The Toa of Water was barely aware of her feet scraping against the sand beneath the waves. She tried to stand but fell from the waves pushing from behind, the currents from in front and the weakness of her own body. She partly swam, partly dragged herself onto the beach. She lay there, her torso lying on dry land, Kanohi pressed against the wet, coarse, sand. While the waves lapped gently at her waist. After so long floating across the silver sea her limbs refused to obey her. She didn't even notice herself drifting of into unconsciousness.

Fighting, shouting, cries of pain. memories flashed before her eyes like lightning bolts. Vivid bursts of color and confusion, gone before she had time to register them. Some part of her tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Boats? Laser boats? Rahkshi? Snakes? Rahkshi snakes? The more she tried to focus on a memory the further from her grasp it slipped. Like a piece of driftwood being swept out to sea. The water draws out, taking the driftwood with it, then rushes back in, the wood again accompanying it. In and out, in and out. But each time further out to sea than in to land. Until, eventually, it vanishes from sight.

The Komau wearer awoke with a start. Lykos! Lykos, that word kept running through her head, accompanied by a mix of fear and dread. Yet, she could not understand why, or what the word meant. Again a part of her tried to figure things out, and decided she was in shock. She painfully raised her head, aware of the grit and sand covering it. She saw a narrow beach before her that gave way to woodland. She dropped her head back to the sand, with the side of her kanohi pressed against it this time. She dragged her arm into view and realized it was shaking violently. As she focused, she realized her whole body was shaking.

She relaxed once more, enjoying the oddly calming sensation of the water nipping at her half-submerged body. Time passed but how much time she didn't know. She could have been there for a few minutes, or a few hours. She dipped in and out of consciousness, and each time she slept, the more she remembered. These memories were however rather jumbled and meaningless.

Eventually she managed to raise her head once more, resting it in the palm of her hand. With the other hand she picked up a small stick and tried drawing in the sand - to test how much control of her limbs she had regained. Her first attempts turned out as nothing more than strange scribbles in the sand. She tried again and again, becoming mesmerized by the task at hand. She eventually discovered herself to have drawn a small village, her village. Pontoons stretching out over the sea and small boats tied against them...

What was she doing? Doodling in the sand!? Suddenly all the events that lead to her arrival on this beach came into focus. She was in danger, she needed to move. She tried to drag herself out of the water; bad idea. She cried out as a searing pain sprang to life in her left leg. The Toa lay there, gasping, before slowly rolling onto her back and painfully sitting up. She looked down at her leg and as she did so the pain seemed to increase. On the inner thigh of her left leg was a dark crimson hole about one inch in diameter. She also noticed a large cut ran from the front of her thigh up to her hip, along with several other smaller wounds sprinkled across her lower legs.

She skimmed through her memories to try and discover how this had happened. She had been on a boat, a fishing boat, filled with Matoran. They had spotted smoke in the distance, some rather fearsome battle appeared to be taking place. She turned the boat around and they headed back towards the Southern Continent. She had turned, after hearing cries of alarm, to see that a Lykos Destroyer was giving chase. She could think of no reason for it to do so other than if the Lykos thought she and the Matoran were a part of the battle. They had fired their plasma cannons, the wooden fishing boat being ripped apart in a spurt of flame by the first shot. The deck beneath her feet had splintered, sending shards of wood flying. Well, at least I know where the wounds came from

TBC