Ｉ'ｍ ｃｏｍｉｎｇ Ｈｏｍｅ {Original ; Critique greatly appreciated}

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

I don't know how I got here. I don't even know where
here is. I just know that I have to go home; No matter
what it takes. I just hope that I don't loose myself
along the way...

My mother always used to say to me.

"Ｗｈｅｒｅ ever you are,
in the jungle or the desert or on the moon,
however lost you might feel, you'll never
really be lost, not really, because I will
always be here and I will always come
and find you. Ｅｖｅｒｙ ｓｉｎｇｌｅ ｔｉｍｅ"

Ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ, ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｌｉｅ...

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

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I will ride, I will fly,

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Chase the wind and touch the sky

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When the cold wind is a calling
And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon,
Lead me out into the light.
Where dark woods hide secrets,
And mountains are fierce and bold,
Deep waters hold reflections,
Of times lost long ago.
I will hear their every story,
Take hold of my own dream,
Be as strong as the seas are stormy,
And proud as an eagle's scream.

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--- - Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒｓ .
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♚ Prologue ; a new sun ; complete
♚ Chapter 1 ; shine in the distance ; complete
♚ Chapter 2 ; road to nowhere ; meh?
♚ Chapter 3 ; thanks for the memories ; wip

--- - Ｄｉｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎｓ .
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♚ Blurb ; complete

--- - Ｒｅｖｉｅｗｓ .
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--- - Ｅｘｔｒａｓ .
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ＭＥＳＳＡＧＥ;
So please tell me if its any good. If you do just want to write something for me to read, can you make it as full review?
If you just want to say a little something then please, please Pm. Thank you, every little word is greatly appreciated.
Oh yes, and I know the chapters are rather short I prefer to write smaller chapters, but there will be more of them. It's just my style of writing, so I'm sorry if you prefer long chapters. I might join them together at one point, but I'm not sure yet.
That is if anyone has read it. It means the world to me if you do. So thank you so much.

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

Ａ ＮＥＷ ＳＵＮ

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Though I may speak some tongue of old
Or even spit out some holy word
I have no strength with which to speak
When you sit me down and see I’m weak

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Against all the odds, it was the sun that woke me from my short and troubled slumber. As it rose, it cast a warm golden light over my aching body, bathing it in a warm glow. It was to be another excruciatingly hot day and I had only a single bottle of water left. The way I've been going, I doubt it will last me the day. The most I can do is hope I come across someone before long.

I raised my battered body slowly, first resting on my hands and knees in the dust and then pushing myself up until I stood weakly, swaying slightly. My head hurt like hell, yet I had been so lucky last night to find such a remote area to sleep, I couldn't complain. The ground had been hard, but it wasn't so uncomfortable. If you were used to it anyway. The hard ground against my bare feet hurt, as they were scrapped and bruised from miles of walking over rock and stone. Now they were on warm dirt, they burnt and stung with each long step. That didn't matter to me though. Each step brought me ever closer to my home.

Just the thought of home, brought back painful memories. My mother, father, friends, even the people I had passed in the hallways at school and had never said more than a "Hello" to; I missed them so much it felt like my heart was being ripped out from my chest. The worst thing is, they think I'm dead. They have for a long time now, but I have no way of telling them the truth. That whatever brought me here, had spared my life. That I had escaped and was now running for my life home to them. Them, who are mourning my life right now with lit candles and an empty grave.

I don't know how long I've been walking exactly, but as I start on my way West once more, it feels like I've been doing this my whole life. My legs are worn and crack every now and then from the stiffness of walking a hundred miles. My hair lies lank and knotted, reaching down to my grazed elbows. Even my thin, muscle less arms are strained from carrying a single bottle of water for miles and miles. I wore a jacket once, but that got destroyed during the night and now all I wear is a single white dress that falls just below my knees. It provides little protection from the cold of the night or the battering from the winds, but at least it keeps me cooler than before. I don't even know why I'm wearing something so unpractical. It’s not like me at all. Actually I don't remember putting it on in the first place.

Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I pushed on through the dust and the sand, my bare feet send tiny clouds of dust into the thick air. I remember from school that the sun rises in the East, which means I just have to walk in the opposite direction to get home. I think. For all I know I could be in a completely different area of the world. Maybe Australia or America. I can only hope that I’m in Europe, or even Asia. West meant home and home mean safe. Yet, I can only hope. What do I have if I don't have hope? I remember that my mother used to say; "As long as we have Memories, yesterday remains. As long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits." I will always live by that. Because my mother did and that's all I have left of her now.

How long have I been in this desert now? Four days? Five? Maybe Six? I lost count days ago. My brain doesn't seem to keep tabs on these things anymore. All it seems to process is eat, drink, walk, and sleep. It’s almost as though I can never think again. Not until I get home. Somewhere in the back, and I don't know how far back, of my mind, there is some recollection of who I am, or who I was before I was brought to this hell hole. My name and how old I am, where I come from and of cause the memories. They haunt my dreams every night. Sometimes peaceful and happy, yet most the time deadly nightmares that leave me screaming into the dust. With the sun behind me, an echo of myself in darkness stretches out before me, showing me the way forward. It calls me forward, my head hanging in a walking slumber. It is the same everyday and yet I seem to go nowhere. The end of the desert is like the end of a rainbow. Always in sight, but impossible to ever reach it.

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

ＳＨＩＮＥ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＤＩＳＴＡＮＣＥ

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We will run and scream,
You will dance with me,
We’ll fulfill our dreams,
and we’ll be free

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On and on I strode, my legs growing more tired and stiff with each step. Every now and then I staggered uncomfortably as I tripped over uneven stones and slipped down, even the slightest of slopes. My dark brown eyes where focused on one thing and one thing only. The horizon. It was as though that was the only thing that mattered, not my long brown hair that lay long and tangled down to my elbows, not my scrapped knees that flashed into view every time the wind blew, not even the sand that stung my eyes. I only wanted to keep going.

The world around me was warming up lazily, as though the sun itself was in no hurry to rise, and beads of sweat began to dapple my forehead. For a moment I slowed, looking down at the ground before it rushed up to meet me. The impact was hard and bruising on my already frail body. All I could do was lie there in the dust. I pushed myself up slowly, so that I was leaning on the heel of my hands with all my weight. How long had it been since I had eaten? Too long. I had to find something to eat soon, I was starving. Reaching forward, I took up the plastic water bottle and drank from it, as though it where the first drink of water I had ever had. It felt like it too. That wasn't important though, I had to think and quickly. I took deep, quick breaths and looked around me quickly. My head was dizzy from the quick movement, but I ignored the sensation. The combination of the heat waves and the dizziness, blurred the world around me, but not enough for me to miss the shine.

And that's all it took. A shine of light hitting metal. Metal meant human life, and human life was hope. The hope brought me to my senses, focusing my eyes, and alerting my mind. It was more of an instinct that dragged me to my feet and made limp forward, impossibly quick for my battered legs. It was like I was a puppet and hope was my master; I had no control over my body as I dragged ever closer to the glow, wishing with everything that I would find life.

Only a few steps from the shine, I fell once more to my knees, my flesh burning in the sand. Although the flashes that brought me here were only a tiny glitter in the distance, the silver by my feet was at least 2 meters long. What could have left such large debris, I do not know, but it meant that someone had left it here. As I raised my eyes from the rusting metal, they reached the one thing in the world that could bring me joy. Before me lay a stretch of land, completely different to what my eyes have sought for as long as I remember. It was never ending and so dark it could have been a night without stars. The surface was soft and smooth, and boiled my skin at its touch. Yet though it burnt, I could not help but lie in the sand and run my fingertips over the smooth stone. I know that if I follow this road, I will find life and any life will save me now.

Taking a long, shaking breath, I lay my head down against the tarmac, my eyes closing as my tiny ear is pressed upon the scorching surface. There I stayed for seconds, minutes, maybe even hours. It did not matter to me. Just the feeling of the man made stone against my skin felt like home.

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

ＲＯＡＤ ＴＯ ＮＯＷＨＥＲＥ

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And
We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We’ll fulfill our dreams
and we’ll be free

We will be who we are
And they’ll heal our scars
Sadness will be far away

So I had done wrong
but you put me right
My judgement burned
in the black of night
When I give
less than I take
It is my fault
my own mistake

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Time passed slowly, the burning sensation of the dark stone made my cheek numb and finger tips rough. I knew, before long I would have to move and start my long and tiresome journey once more. However, this time I had something I hadn't before. I had somewhere to go. Even though the path ahead of me lead south, rather than west, I could not leave this road far behind me as I pushed on, further into the unknown. No, this time I followed the stretch. I rose, my feet burning against the stone as I stepped forward onto the road and my back arching into an unknown position. For the first time since I had been stranded here, I stood straight, hope and determination making me stronger and encouraging me to move quicker over the burning blackness.

I walked the whole day and long into the night and the view never changed. It was like one my dreams when I was a child. No matter how fast or far I traveled, i never seemed to move an inch. I passed what must have been the same withering shrub at least ten times, or the same rotting log another five. I was going nowhere and it hurt. After the moon rose, my feet began to cool and sting on each step, causing me to eventually stop for the night. I half fell, half sat down, my dress tearing at the heam, reaching half the way up my thigh. Rubbing my eyes, I callapsed down and lay on my side. The road was still warm, but not boiling as it had been in the day. I knew i shouldn't be lying here, in the middle of the road, but I feared that when I woke in the morning I would find this whole day a dream. The road would have been but a figment of my imagination, no more real than wolf with butterfly wings or a lion with a womans head. Just a fantasy, that's all. And that simple thought could kill me right here and now. If the hunger doesn't get me first.

They say a human can last weeks without food and that it was thirst that would kill someone first. That as long as they had water they could make it almost a month without a single grain of food. There's a story. About a monk from India, who pledged his faith by fasting for three months, everyday only eating one grain of rice. It was supposed to show self control, but almost a week without eating a thing has left me wondering if the story is true at all. I know if I don't eat soon I won't see the edge of the desert. I would never see my home, or my parents. My parents? I barely remember them. I can only recall little things. Like my mothers dimples when she smiled and the way my day would pick me up by the edge of the swimming pool and throw me in. That must have been a long time ago now. The memories have a fuzziness to them, like they keep fading out of my mind when I think about them. All i can really remember clearly is this stupid desert.

What a fitting name. Desert. A deserted place with nowhere to go and no where to stay. An endlessly long place that saps every ounce of hope, determination and spirit out of out and spits you out when it's done with you. That's how I felt right now as I woke. I had been walking down the road of three days now and all i see is sand separated by a black line. No soul has braved a journey down this road. Not in the last three days. And they won't in the next three days either. Somehow I knew that. I skunked down to sit in the middle of the road, ignoring the burning heat radiating of the surface. My freckled face fell into my hands, as I clutched my hair and for the first time in months I cried. I was so dehydrated that my tears were almost pure salt. I had enough in my body to survive, not enough to waste it. I stopped sweating days ago.

I did my best to stop the tears. Doing everything I knew how. Taking deep breaths to slow my heart rate, pressing my eyes as hard as possible to stop them flowing out, holding my breath. Nothing worked and eventually I cried silently, no tears escaping my eyes at all. It was becoming more and more real to me, the further and further I moved down this path. I was on a road, yes. Not one to Paris or Rome, or een to your grandmothers house. No I was on the road to nowhere.

Only when I rose my bruised body from the tarmac, did I realise I had cried myself to sleep. The silent shaking of breaths had left me tired and dehydrated. Sitting in a slump, i raised my hand brushed my long brown hair behind my right ear. I had barely enough water for a reasonable sip, so I drank the lot in one gulp. It only left me wanting more, as I stood up and squinted to stare ahead of me. I could hardly believe that I had been walking this path for four long days and that no one had passed yet. It tired me and made me sad. Sad that I was going nowhere and sad that no one had come looking for me. They either didn't know where to look or didn't care. Right now I don't know which I would prefer...

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

ＴＨＡＮＫＳ ＦＯＲ ＴＨＥ ＭＥＭＯＲＩＥＳ

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We will run and scream
You will dance with me
We'll fulfill our dreams
And we'll be free

We will be who we are
And they'll heal our scars
Sadness will be far away

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An hour on, I saw the first significant life since the road. Or the first sign of death I should say. On the side of the road lay the caucus of a young horse. In movies dead animals are either freshly dead, so the furs all over them and you see nothing, or long dead, with only their pearly white bones showing. This poor animal looked nothing like either of these choices. It was as though it was half way between rotting and dying. It's skin hung loosely to the very visible bones, which were a dull grey for the record, and flys bussed uselessly around it, feasting on its rotten stench. It's face was sunken, it's eyes wide open staring right into my own and right through me, the body's stench hung in the air like a cloud, burning my throat as I took each breath.

I felt sorry for the poor creature. I knew what it was like out out here, for human and beast alike. At the same time, the horse awakened something in the back of my mind. Something long forgotten. Flashes of black and white and a horse with a white swirl on its forehead and a shaggy, short mane. A soft expression and kindness in its large brown eyes. But, then it was gone. Just as quickly as it had come it disintegrated, slipping through my grasp like sand through my fingers.

It wasn't fair. One moment it's almost as though if I tried I could remember everything, why I'm in a desert in the middle of nowhere, how I got here, half my past. The next, I can hardly remember my parents and my best memories. I just know that my memories are important; that there was something I really don't want to forget in them. Something important to my situation. But they can't be so important, otherwise I would have remembered. Surely? Everything from the last three or so years are hard to remember, things further back are not so hard. It's almost as though someone's gone with a rubber and attempted to rub out half my life. Maybe they have. I mean, who's to say that we aren't all characters in books? Mad up for the enjoyment of others and sent through hell and back for entertainment.

I stopped there. There is no way on earth that none of this isn't real. I could feel everything. The dust under my feet and the burning sun on my face, the longing to return home and the fear of never reaching it. It was very real. No body to make something like that up, but cause no one was that cruel.

I continued on for another mile, before the sun started to set. My mouth was stone dry and my water was out. I had to find water tomorrow, or I would die. No doubt about it. It's a miracle i made one, litre bottle last almost a week. Does that mean I've been out here for a month now? That can't be right. I curled up on the softest stretch of sand I could find, just by the side of the road. I had given up sleeping in the middle of the road a few nights ago. I know now that it is perfectly real. No fantasy of mine. Not this time.

[SᴇᴄʀᴇᴛFᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ]

ＴＨＥ ＤＥＳＥＲＴ ＦＬＯＷＥＲ...

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This love, it is a distant star
guiding us home wherever we are
This love, it is a burning song
Shining light on the things that we've done

I try to speak to you everyday
but each word we spoke, the wind blew away

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TBA

[proud.little.wolf]

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