I've wandered through the forest for months. Searching for food and answers. The last memory I have is broken into pieces that come to me in dreams. Each day, the memory gets stronger as more pieces come into place, fitting together like a puzzle.
As of this moment, the memory is of me, as a human girl. It is strange to even think of such a thing. But in my memory, I am most definitely human. I am strapped to some kind of metal table and have all kinds of tubes sticking out of me. Other humans, men and women wearing white coats and strange name tags, surround me.
They all talk at once as they study me and do strange tests o
Hey everybody! I haven't posted a journal entry since I first signed up for Deviantart, but since I am always on Deviantart, just perusing, I thought. Hey, why not post one now? Anyway, I'll just tell you all how I am currently beginning writing a book. The title is a work-in-progress at the moment. But the plot is set in stone. I don't want to give too much away (in case I change the book completely or simple don't finish it) but it is about a Priestess who sets out on a quest to save not only her friends, but the entire realm.
I'm currently reading: Disappearing Nightly by Laura Resnick
I'm currently drinking: DD mocha iced coffee