30 Summer, 507 AV
Blythe was leaning up against the trunk of a tree. The bark was light brown, old, and gnarled. It made Blythe think of a wise old man. She sighed, running her hands over the yellow-tinted pages of her journal, which was resting in her lap, trying to think of something to write as she peered out at the sky, which was hidden behind the treetops. The sun was shining through the bright green leaves, causing their edges to blur. Small yellow dots with blue rims appeared in Blythe's vision, and she instantly shut her eyes, and bent it down towards her journal again. She shook her head a bit, before opening them, her vision now, more normal. The dots much smaller. It took a few moments for them to pass, and for Blythe's mind to clear long enough for her to come up with the lines:
it cuts
like a blade
through flesh
bringing tears
and blood
Well, that's rather... morbid, Blythe thought, silently scolding her brain, as she began to make out the subtle sound of a few leaves rustling behind her. Blythe shut her journal, just as she heard another faint rustling sound. Now what could that be? Blythe wondered, as she stuck her journal back into her bag, and slowly got to her feet, slinging her bag over her shoulder in the process.
Just then, something whooshed past her head. "What the?" Blythe began, lavender eyes wide, as another thing shot past her head. She supposed she wasn't going to get much done that day. Blythe looked around, wondering where the projectiles had come from, trying to determine which direction she should head in to investigate.