Eyes try to focus in the darkness. To try to see any form, make out anything of significance. Mouth is dry and i can hear my heart beat in my ears its that quiet. I dare not move in case i am seen and pushed out even further. The edges are dark and quiet but they offer a form of safey. Im cold. So very cold. How i would love to make my way to the middle where it is warm. Wrapped up in love and devotion. To have that fire so close it could burn me. I remeber its touch. If i concentrate hard i can almost feel it. A wetness graces my cheeks at the thought of my lost warmth. The coldness stinging my face and piercing my heart.
My ears twitch at the slightest of sounds to my right. I hold my breath and try not to move. Do i pretend i didn't hear it? Do i make a last dash effort for the centre. Push my way through the rough woods in complete cold and darkness for a little bit of heat and light. Or do i wait patiently hoping that you might find me and guide me back.
There it is again. I know i didn't imagine it this time. That sound. But im not sure what it is. A warm strong hand forcefully grips and pulls my wrists. Stumbling to keep up. But which way am i being pulled to the centre or closer to the edge? If only i could see the face and know who controls me. Am i going to the fire or kicked out of my beloved kingdom