Thread: What is Broken, Can Be Reforged (TicTac & Kay)

During the ice age the human race had formed awareness as well as knowledge on how to survive. They ventured to wherever showed the most prospect, learning with every generation. Their skills growing against the trials that mounted before them. Predators, weather, rations, relations. It all amounted into one large experience in which the human mind was capable of interpreting and surviving throughout even the worst that was thrown at them. Their primal society thrived. Father! The young girl smiled as the hunting party returned. Elk and bore upon their backs, waiting to be skinned. Every part of the animal used to spread as thinly as possible for the close nit couple of families that had formed a small tribe. They all looked similar. Dark hair, tanned skin from days in the sun reflecting upon the snow, brown eyes.... Well. Most had brown eyes. She was different, she had always been different. Her broad shouldered father greeted the young blue eyed girl happily picking her up and dropping the large bag that was also filled with rabbit and supplies. He asked her about the gathering, how the planting of the newfound seeds were going. Farming. It was new to their people but they had learned from a wondering man that had traded with them seeds for shelter. They were learning, evolving, slowly but surely. Her life now was all a memory for her. Replayed in her ever active mind. Readings would show her mind was in an active state of rem sleep, but unaware of the passage of time within her own prison where she passed like a caged animal. No! She slammed her fist down upon the stone, I refuse to sit and do nothing! My father would have never allowed us to stay here if he thought there was nothing here for us any longer. Even as she mentioned him years after pain still laced her voice, Far too many moons have passed since the last heat. She stood, fur clothing rustling in the cold winds that tore through the night and and snuck through the tents flap as she left. The rare form of radiation had kept her body whole, unharmed by the passage of time, untouched but enhanced. She had been shorter, her hair had been darker at the ends, her skin now lighter from the lack of exposure to the sun, her bodily functions performed perfectly. She tried not to relive her death, if she could call it that. Tried to force her mind to think of something else. But this time it forced itself upon her senses. Her tribe had been right... She shouldn't have gone. All she did was get herself lost in the terrain that had changed so much during the months of snow and ice. She didn't know how far she traveled. She didn't care she'd rather die trying than die like a frightened child Everything was cold. So cold. Her heart beat spiked. The stable snow she had thought she was walking on gave a soul cracking splinter. Her fingertips moved, scraping against the metal table. She froze in her place, taking a cautionary step back, but it only caused more damage to the shelf of ice she was on. Above her the spirit lights were beginning. Their radiant green and pink colors shimmered against the starlit sky, illuminating her deadly path as it began to break apart below her. The monitors picked up her irregular breathing, her dark brows furrowing. One chance. That's all she had. She looked behind her, unwilling to move her footing, the adrenaline building in her body as her muscles tensed and she gave a silent prayer to anything that might be listening. She bolted the way she came, but the sheer amount the ice had already cracked... She could feel the ground disappearing below her. Felt the way the sides of the jagged ice ripped through her gloves as she tried to grab at the ledges. And finally the severing pain as something unexpected happened just as she was falling. The lights flared above her and through the ices opening going directly through her body. It pierced every atom of her being. It was the most painful experience of her life. Her back arched, like it had so many years ago, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream, her hands sparking with unknown powers, the same shade of green of the lights. The ancient woman was waking... To a world she could have never imagined.