Misfortune

"A rolling girl is always far away
In her dream world she longs to stay
So much noise buzzing round inside her head
All the worries never end, all the worries never end..."

Falling. Down, down, down she goes. Tumbling down, cracks splitting across the surface above her. Maw agape in a silent scream, she can do naught but watch, as her world falls apart. As she finally lands upon the ground, it seems her world can take no more, it shatters. The force of the impact sends her sprawling across the earthy ground. She cries out in agony as her small, fragile leg collides with a sharp boulder. The sickening crunch of bone tells all in proximity of her misfortune.

The cold is the first thing she notices when she awakens. The next thing she discovers is her inability to move her injured leg. Numbness is all she feels. Numb from the cold, numb in her leg, numb in her heart. "Mommy?", she calls out to the darkness, "Daddy?" She isn't numb anymore. First a drop, then a trickle, finally it pours. Anguish fills her being as tears stream from her crimson eyes. Nobody would hear her. Mommy and daddy were gone. They wouldn't notice, and if they did, she wouldn't be missed. After all, how convenient it was that the runt of their clutch has mysteriously disappeared.

Realising this she feels a spark of emotion. Unlike any she has ever felt before in her short lifespan of but a few meagre hours. Hatred. Ah so that was it all along, but there is something else. Determination. She'll prove them wrong. She'd show them what this runt was capable of.

Instinct drives her to stand; she rises shakily, carefully keeping her weight off her bad leg. She limps towards the edge of the clearing. She knows she'll never walk properly. Her shattered leg bone would cripple her forever. That's okay, she thinks, she's limped from the moment she first walked. She'd get used to it. She raises her petite head, eyes gleaming like rubies in the moonlight, and cries a long mournful sound. It is soft, barely breaking the silence of midnight, but it is enough. Mourning a life she never lived, the hatchling hobbled slowly into the foreboding forest.

"A rolling girl feels she has reached the end,
The colours blend and can't be felt
All these voices are fighting to be heard
They're all merging into one, they're all merging into one"

Written by: QuanTea (except the song lyrics)