This is something I wrote awhile back.  I'd love to finish it some day.  And seeing as I posted it on Outminds and no one has posted anything here yet.  I figured I would. It's kinda long.

Maybe, who knows, it might just get things going.  ^_^


The wind passed through the trees softly, like voices whispering. The whispers which were softer than most began to grow louder. The wind remained the same, but the whispers... They began to form words. Words that spoke nothing, but of death. She heard what they said, so clearly that in an instant, without notice to anyone, she began to scream. Lasting only a few seconds, the scream pierced the very being of the wind, silencing the words that were so vivid just moments ago. She fell to the ground in relief. Listening to the sounds of the night, the soft rustling of the wind in the trees gave her all the serenity she needed to relax. But she knew it would not last long. She knew deep down that the whispers were only the beginning.
 "The beginning of what?" she thought. Then just as though she had spoken aloud to someone right next to her, she heard it. The voice she had been drawn to that led her to this very spot. "The beginning of the end!" She peered into the darkness, the darkness which, only a few minutes ago, was a forest, a forest that had surrounded her on all sides as though it was trying to close in on her. She hoped to see something, anything, but to no avail. Only emptiness lay before her. "Who are you?" she asked. Her voice echoed in the consuming darkness, almost as if she was in a deep sleep. Somehow she knew, knew that this could not be a dream.
 After all, in dreams at this particular point, she would be falling. But she could feel it, the cold, dew-covered grass she had been sitting on, since she had screamed. She could not see it. But she knew if she could feel it, that it was there. She could still feel the wind going over her body, moving strands of her slightly as it slowly passed by. She could smell the scent of the forest, the fragrance of pine, the dusky smell of leaves long since fallen to the ground, and the sweet smell of the ocean. She knew she was near the coast. She could smell it in the air, but the wind here also carried a vague moisture with it. If she could feel and smell then it was most-definately reality.
 To make sure that this was not a dream, she put her hand to the ground to grab a handfull of grass. If she could grasp the soft, green grass within her hand, she would have all the proof she needed. The closer her hand got to the ground, the farther away from reality she began to feel. A drop of sweat appeared on her forehead, slithering its way down her face to her chin, lingering there for a few seconds before falling to the ground, making an unheard splash. She hesitated for a moment, but before she could continue, she heard the voice again. "You do not know me? You should know me well Sar'a. I have always been with you." 
 "But, I don't understand," she replied. "My name is not Sar'a. What do you want from me?" "This is not real, you know. Why do you not open your eyes?" "Huh? Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just leave me alone?" "Why? Do you not remember? You came to me Sar'a." "Please... Just, leave me alone" she pleaded. "Sar'a, if you do not open your eyes... You will not see it." "See what?" "What you came here to find. It is there, Sar'a. Right in front of you. All you have to do, is open your eyes. If you do not see it, then... Your fate can not be changed!" Reality began to flood her mind.
 Everything she felt, everything she heard, and everything she could smell. By now the thought of waking up was the least of her worries. The persistent voice would not leave her alone and she was just seconds away from finally discovering what it was she had been searching for. If this was a dream, why would she want to wake up? Would she have another chance to find it? Dreams have a way of ending before they are meant to. She knew that. But, if it had not ended yet... Then, no! This was reality. She soon felt it... The sensation of her eyes closed.  
 When she had closed her eyes? She could not remember. But, that did not matter. What mattered was reaching her goal, her destiny. What fate lay before her? Two paths for her to choose from. How could she choose, without knowing what each had in store? Was the voice trying to help her, warn her?

 "I know you are there... Tell me, what will happen if I don't see it" she commanded. "Oh, Sar'a... You really should ask yourself. You were the one searching for it. Why seek something, for when you find it, you will not even look at it?" "Consequences, what are the consequences" she demanded. "Sar'a, the consequences... There are too many to tell. But, know this. This will decide whether or not you will be prepared for what will come to pass." "Then, can you tell me something? Before I open my eyes... Can you tell me who you are?"
 "I am..." Sar'a was hoping for a familiar name. A name that would help her understand, understand what she had gotten herself into. But, the hope was shattered. The quiet wind, which she had forgotten, began to to violently blow, tearing through the trees, swirling about her. All she could hear was the howl of the wind. Whom the voice was, she was not going to find out. The wind carried both the name and the voice far away from her. She silenced the whispers and in turn, the wind silenced the voice. Now, wondering if she could bare looking at it all alone, she sat there in the swirling wind, stunned.
 "Can I do this alone?" she asked herself. What was supposed to happen that she so needed to be prepared for? Why would it matter? If she couldn't stop it from happening, then it wouldn't be any worse if she wasn't prepared. But, the voice did tell her if she did not see it, she could not change fate. "Go away, be quiet!" she screamed. The wind came to an abrupt halt. Leaving not a single trace that it had once been there, except for the few leaves and twigs slowly making their way back to solid ground. The silence that followed, was enough to give her the motivation she needed to stand and open her eyes.
 "This is my life, my destiny, and mine only... Alone!" She stood and opened her eyes. She had to cover them , to give them time to adjust to the light the moon gave. As bright as it was she figured it must be a night of a full moon. There it was, the forest she was in. All around her trees and shrubs, grass and leaves. She tilted her head back, to look at the moon. But, the branches blocked her vision. There was nothing to distract her. It was silent, she was alone, and there was enough light to see. All she had to do now, was look ahead. Somewhere in the midst of the forest, she would see it. She would find what she had been looking for.
 What she saw, was not what she was expecting. In a clearing, not far from where she was standing was what looked to her, a stone tablet. Knowing that she would not be able to figure out why the tablet was so important to her, from where she was standing, she decided to walk to it, and investigate further. The only sounds she heard was her beating heart, growing louder with each step she took, and crackling leaves and snapping twigs beneath her feet. She again, began to feel like she was slipping away from reality the closer she got. Was she tired or was the tablet doing something to her, to keep her from finding out its purpose.
 She thought it best to fight it, for now. Besides, she couldn't give up. Especially not now. She had come too far for it to end. The tablet was there, it was right in front of her. All she had to do was reach it. "Two more steps... Just two more steps, I can do it. I just have to!" she said reasuringly. She took a quick glance at the tablet, there were words, but to her astonishment, she could not read them. She was worn out and her vision was blurred. She knew she couldn't have walked very far. Even so, she was still worn out. She slowly took the last two steps. But, before she could look at the tablet her legs gave out in exaustion.
 Out of breathe and dizzy, she forced herself to look. The words were obscurred. She was too tired and too dizzy to see anything except a fuzzy streak. "No, not now. Please... Not now. I'm so close. Don't do this to me!" she pleaded with herself. "Shhh! Sar'a, relax. Do not try so hard. Just let it come to you... Let it flow with the wind." A slight breeze began to blow with the final words the voice spoke. "But, I can't. I can't wait any longer. I feel, I feel as though I'm leaving." "Sar'a, you can not leave. How could you? Where would you go? There is no other place but here. This is where you belong."
 "What do you mean? Why would I belong here?" "Sar'a, just read the tablet. You will understand soon." She looked again at the tablet and still she could not read what it stated. "I can't... I'm too tired. I can't see..." With that, the voice cut her off, sounding like a clap of thunder. "Silence! You are not trying hard enough. Look how far you have come. Are you willing to throw all of that away? Focus!!! Sar'a, read the words!" She stared intently at the words and when the thunderous voice subsided, her eyesight came into focus. She read the words without hesistation.
 "N-no... This, this can't be true... You're lieing, you're lieing, you're lieing! I'm right here. I don't, I can't... I won't believe it. Why... Why?" "What is it? What is wrong Sar'a? What does it say? Read the words aloud." The tablet, which was not really a tablet at all, was in truth a tombstone. Tears flooded her eyes, she could not believe that a tombstone, let alone this particular tombstone, was what she had been seaching for all along. Could the whispers in the wind and the tombstone be right? Was it even possible? She slowly began to read aloud the words etched in stone.
 "Rest in peace... Our Beloved Sister and Friend, Under God. Born 1986 - Died 2004. You will be missed." "I told you it was the beginning of the end!"