Reckoning

Lullaby: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWqQ9uwqQxk

A young child with long black dread-lock hair pulled into a pony, wearing a white night gown and a wide smile on her face, ran around a tree, away from a Yautja male, whom chased her around, attempting to what seem like catch her, as he slid and jumped at her. But giggles and jokingly scream sounds echoed in the air, signaling all around there was nothing to fear, and nothing to be concern of, that the children were simply playing, and only playing. The little girl ran behind a bush crouching down in a fetal position, holding her mouth tightly under her hands to suppress a giggle, while the boy ran by the bush looking around for the little girl, confused, and in wonder of where she could be as he looked around with his hearing sharpening with each second the girl remain quiet. After a moment, the boy took off into a different direction, leaving the small girl a chance to crawl into the small woods the bush stood in front of, and quickly dodged behind a tree, where she let her giggle escape, standing behind the great tree with hope he wouldn't find her, but he didn't... a female Yautja did. The little girl quickly spun her head around to see what cause the shadow beside her jumping in surprise more then fright, and stared in awe as she came face to face with the Yautja women. Tall with beautiful orangish skin, and wearing a long red dress that looked to be tribal, but very slimming. The girl lightly bowed to her, making the women smile.. as she began to sing...... Sing a lullaby that was beautiful. Her voice sounded like the angel's were whispering into the girl's ear, as the wind carried her voice across the forest and around the girl, that made her smile. The women continued to sing while the young child giggled.
The small girl reached her hand out to the women, attempting to touch her hand with her own, but as soon as flesh touched, the women began to fall apart, turning her very being to dust that sparkled in the sunlight, blowing away in the wind, but she kept singing showing no signs of pain, or fear. The girl stayed in her position, arm reached out, and eyes on the women, watching the ash blow, and sparkle, with eyes wide and an unsure expression of what to do to help the women or why this was happening. Some of the ash, drifted in the wind onto her upper right chest, and began to burn her flesh into a symbol.. a mark of adulthood to her clan appeared on her very skin burning the imprint there. The Girl however... paid no mind to her burning flesh, just as the women paid no mind to her body fading. As the women fully disappear and flow into the breeze of the wind.. never to be seen again.. only heard. Just, heard, The girl began to sing the lullaby, putting her hand down, as she sung with the voice that still echoed, in her head, and now in her heart.

A young women, around her early 20s with dread locks of the same as the little girls, and the same mark upon her chest.. opened her eyes to at first a blurry vision, but with a few blinks, an open plain of grass came into her view, with the wind blowing gently. Her head rested toward where a city stood in the distance, with her arm extended to it as well, with the rest of her body stretched out and separate from her midbody. Laying in it the meadow in her own green blood, turning the grass into ash, seeping into the ground under her, she comes into realization that she is still on earth, but how she did she come to be here is a mystery to her.... The women ran her fingers through dread-locks and then over her naked body with a sort of confused look to her face. Forcing herself to sit up with a grunt, and growl of pain, she looked to find no clothes on her skin, no weapons at her side, and no one around her to have witnessed what happened to her.. only a empty open plain. Spitting blood out of her mouth she turned her attention to the wounds across her body that had not been treated to yet and examined that she had a few and was not to concerned for them at the moment. She groaned rubbing her head annoyed, as she slowly stood from her spot, brushing what dirt and grass didn't burn from her blood, from her skin, looking up to the city that was over a small river and another plain. Sighing, she looked around for a sign of anything of her's, only to be disappointed more to see nothing and then march off to the city, not caring if she was exposed or not.. she had to find clothes, a way to wrap her wounds and a weapon.. and a female women that she knew well lived within the city itself that could very well help her figure out how she still remains here.