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Post by YSABEL TORRES on Jan 11, 2011 21:38:46 GMT -6
The Underworld was a place Ysabel had never dreamed she'd be forced to go to; it was a place she had only heard of but never seen. Even though she knew it was within the city, to her it seemed like a place that was another world away from the streets of Detroit that she was used to seeing. Then again the Underworld was the place she belonged, where she should have been in the first place. Not in the Order.
Walking as quietly yet quickly as possible, she continually glanced around her and over her shoulder; she knew how out of place she seemed because of how out of place she felt. This sort of world was alien to her, a place she wasn't at all familiar to her. It was like entering another country, something she'd done before when she was young. It was cold out, snow falling quietly from the sky. The flakes landed in her hair and on her bare shoulders.
It was only 15 or so degrees out, yet Ysabel was walking the streets in nothing more than than purple dress and brown sandles and the bandage that was constantly around her right arm. She'd had a coat before, but she'd passed by a homeless man who looked on her verge of freezing to death. How could she have simply passed by knowing how cold he was? She'd given up her jacket so that he might have a bit more comfort, and now here she was wandering the streets, violent shivers ripping through her body.
Her arms wrapped around herself and she rubbed her hands against the skin of her forearms. Her breath came out in white puffs of air in front of her, and each breath that left her body caused more violent shivers to run through her. How long had she even been walking? It had to have been for hours now; she could barely remember why she'd been sent to the Underworld in the first place. She knew there was something important....what was it...
Thinking about it distracted her, so much so that she soon found herself sprawled face down on the ground. The cold of the snow was painful on her bare skin, but she was so cold and so tired that she wasn't able to bring herself to get back up. The wind was picking up and the temperature seemed to be dropping more and more with every passing moment. Laying there, she could feel her eyes growing heavy. Sleep seemed like such a nice thing right now; she could sleep and then maybe when she woke up it wouldn't be cold anymore.
As the wind picked up more and a blizzard began to move over the Underworld, Ysabel remained lying in the snow. In her mind a song was playing, one she learned from her mother years ago, and the song gave her peace, almost as much as the golden cross hanging from her neck did. Finally she could fight it no more and her eyes closed, leaving her asleep in the bitter cold.
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