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Username:
Peppermint Mist
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Name:
Tempest
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Gender:
Female
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Who have they become?
Everything was cold. Everything she could remember seemed to be wiped away, just like that with only a few fuzzy memories remaining. Her parents were far away in the distance and she desperately called out to them but they did not come.
Tempest slowly woke, she felt stiff and tried to get up. As she was struggling there was a sudden jerk out of nowhere and Tempest was thrown across the room. She sat up in confusion she glanced around the room.
“Where am I?” she murmured. She saw a door and started to stumble towards it, opened it and stepped outside.
Outside it was windy with a tinge of salt in the air, and Tempest could see a mass of water beyond. ‘I must be on some sort of travel device’ she thought to herself. She looked around to see if she could see anyone else when she heard voices and so she hurried towards them but crashed into a mound of fur.
“Huh?” came a voice from above her. Tempest scurried backwards looking up at the kalon she had crashed into.
“Uh, sorry!”
“Where are your parents, little one?” the kalon asked, raising an eyebrow.
“My… parents?” Tempest asked in a dazed tone.
“Yes, your parents, where are they?”
“I don’t know” Tempest wailed, suddenly not feeling well.
The kalon’s expression softened “Are you lost?”
Tempest shook her head, something told her she was supposed to be here.
“I don’t feel well” she muttered, waves of nausea crashing down on her.
The kalon looked at her in surprise.
“Are you sea sick?”
“What’s that?”
“Its like- you feel sick when you’re on a boat”
“A boat? Is that what we’re on?” Tempest asked, fascinated.
“Yes? You didn’t know? I don’t suppose you know where you’re going either? We really have to find your parents.”
Tempest nodded in agreement. A memory suddenly flashed across her mind; many figures, a lot of rain and necklaces. She looked down at her neck but there was nothing there.
The ‘boat’ finally reached its destination, which was a beautiful green island. In the middle was a huge mountain with thick mist surrounded it. Tempest stared in awe.
“Amazing isn’t it? Look, you seem pretty independent, can you find your family on your own?”
Tempest nodded absentmindedly and the kalon bounded off. She slowly got off the boat, still feeling a little queasy. ‘What do I do now?’ she wondered to herself. ‘I don’t think my family was on that boat.’ She drifted into what seemed to be some sort of marketplace, where she found an interesting stall displaying many things made out of wood in different shapes and sizes. “Wow” Tempest murmured, the stall owner smiled a knowing smile which quickly vanished at the sound of loud bangs and shouts.
“Quick” they whispered, “hide behind the stall.” Tempest gave a confused look but complied as the shouts began to grow louder and louder.
“What’s going on?” she whimpered.
“It’s the army” they replied pushing her to the very back of the stall where there was a small door.
“Go out here. Go home and don’t look back”
Tempest staggered through the door and then just flew, totally unsure of where she was going because she didn’t know where home was. She was drawn to the mountain and so that’s where she decided to fly. She kept low to the ground not wanting to hit any high branches, and she also didn’t want to be seen either. As she neared the mountain, flying into the mist surrounding it, she found that she couldn’t see anything and the next thing she knew she had crashed into a branch and everything went black.
When Tempest came round she was instantly aware that she was somewhere else. It was warm and she was wrapped in some sort of blanket. She grumbled a bit and then realised that something was watching her.
“Shhh,” they said in a strange accent, “do not move otherwise the bandages will come undone.”
“What happened?” she winced as she moved and the other started to fix the bandages again.
“One of the kalons in the tribe found you in the mist” they replied.
“Tribe? W-who are you?”
They stopped fussing over Tempest’s bandages for a few seconds and gasped. “I- I have said too much, I am not allowed to say any more.”
They spun around and walked into another part of whatever Tempest and this other kalon were in and came back carrying a bowl. Whatever was in it smelt delicious.
“Is that food?” Tempest asked and the kalon nodded. They ordered her to open her mouth and then they carefully fed her. Not only did it smell good it tasted delicious.
Tempest then realised someone else was in the room with them and they signalled the kalon to come towards them. They spoke softly so that Tempest could hardly hear what they were saying but then they both came back and stood over her. She wanted to recoil from their stares but she had been told not to move and so she didn’t. The newcomer spoke in the same strange accent as the other one. “Well, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a bit.”
Many years passed after her first day. Tempest was still living with the kalon tribe, but she knew the only reason they kept her with them was because she’d become an apprentice to the doctor in the tribe, the first kalon who’d looked after her when she arrived.
She was interested in the methods they used to make their medicines. Even though she’d lived with them for many years she never really knew any of them by name. She felt they didn’t share their names so that she remained easily disposable and so she kept away from everyone.
One morning the doctor (that’s what Tempest decided to call them) was teaching Tempest a certain way to make a medicine when the alarm call was sounded from the guards. The two got up and walked towards the curtain to peak outside the hut to see what was going on.
Some of the villagers who lived around the mountains were there and were demanding for the ‘living angel.’ The doctor gave her a small nudge through the curtain and Tempest hesitantly spoke up.
“Is it me you’re talking about?” she said, nervously coming fully out of the hut to face them. The villagers nodded excitedly when they saw her.
“Living angel!” one of the villagers spoke up, “you must save our villages from the army!”
Tempest froze “I-” she began but was cut off almost immediately.
“We believe we have something you lost! Or got stolen from you…”
One of the villagers came forward with a necklace in their paw. Tempest remembered the dream that she had had a few years earlier about her parents sending her away and about them giving her siblings necklaces but she had not been given one. She had come to the conclusion that they didn’t care about her, but the doctor had told her that it was just a dream and not a memory.
she sat down. She took the necklace from them and carefully balanced it in her wings. The doctor had showed her a method of how to do it and she was getting better at it.
“I can’t help you” she spoke, louder than she had been able to speak in years. “I’m sorry, I’m no angel.”
Tempest sat on her bed in the hut, looking at the necklace around her neck. The doctor had put it on for her and she knew should be happy as her parents really did love her, but what she did was wrong and she knew it. The guilt was like a knife piercing her chest.
When she went to sleep that night her memories came back to her. They all at once merged together and showed all the things that happened to her, and why she was sent away with her siblings and her parents. She woke up in the middle of the night and the memories were still there but fuzzy once again, and they were something that she couldn’t come back to.
Tempest could smell smoke.
The villages were on fire.
Tempest and the doctor rushed around trying to treat as many victims of the fire as they could. The tribe had battled and cleared the rest of the army away. Most of them had fled when the fire started.
Tempest tried to help to get the villagers back on their feet, but the guilt was too much to handle that, after a while she left the island saying goodbye to everything she has grown to love dearly.
Many years later Tempest became a doctor, travelling around the world helping anyone who needs her assistance.
Tempest made a vow to herself to never deny help to another ever again.
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