The Broken and the Damned
Chapter 16: 14~Awakening
Previous Chapter Next ChapterRainbows eyes cracked open, gazing up into murky darkness. Her lids felt heavy as rocks, and attempted to close back over her eyes. Through sheer force of will, she managed to keep them open, despite the weight. Her whole body either ached or was numb, though which parts were which was hard to tell.
Finally, her visions cleared enough for her to make out what she was looking at. It wasn't a roof of trees or a cave; instead, a ceiling of wood. Firm beams of the same dark wood she saw in the broken tree out in the woods. It was packed firmly together, a few boards running perpendicular to the rest holding them together. A few nails gleamed in the light from a source that lit the room, previously unseen.
Slowly, she recovered more of her strength, and used her hooves to lift herself up a little. She was in a small room, lit only by a large fire blazing in a fireplace along the right wall. A small shelf stood in the corner, laden with small bottles and pouches. Other than that, the room was pretty bare, as far as she could see. The only way out that she could see was a large wooden door.
She sat up, feeling a faint wheezing in her chest. A previously unseen red blanket fell from her upper body, falling down to her midsection, just below the base of her wings. Where am I?; that was the thought that came to her mind. Last thing she remembered, she was hit in the back of the head by...something, and flew into the dirt.
Doesn't matter, she thought. I'll find out. Up and at 'um, Dash. She slid more of the blanket off, finally the heavy burden falling to the floor with a muffled *thump*. She then adjusted her hooves to the edge of the bed she was in. She slid them off, feeling the wooden floor beneath her hooves. She then slid more, her whole body now off the bed. She stood tall for a second...
...Then promptly fell to the floor. The back of her head, the base of her left wing, and her ankles all felt like they had all burst into flames. Her head smacked the hard floor, and she cried out in both alarm and pain. She winced, seething in agony as she attempted to pull herself back to her hooves. A few seconds of slow lifting, then the pain in those points flared again, and she fell back to the floor again.
Her ears twitched, picking up a faint sound. Hoofbeats on a floor, coming from the next room. Then the door open, and a loud gasp. "Vah, quid agis de cubili tuo?", said a female sounding voice, albeit a kind of scratchy one with a weird accent.
Looking up, she saw one of the grey cat things, like the ones with the armor that chased her earlier. This one, however, wasn't wearing the strange scrap armor, or even any armor at all. Instead, she was wearing a brown shirt-like thing, with long sleeves leading down to just above her paws. Of course, she didn't register that she likely wasn't one of the ones that attacked her. Instead, it was that she was one of them and that it would hurt her. So, like whenever she was scared, or alarmed, or whatever, she tried to get up, attack it, and get out.
Keyword being 'Tried'. Instead, while raising herself up, flaring out her wings to gain some balance, she fell back to the floor a third time. She winced, then felt something under her foreleg lifting her up. It was the thing. It lifted her up, and placed her back in the bed. "Ibi sunt. Lucuit mihi?"
Rainbow looked at her, her eyes darting over her. She didn't have a weapon, she didn't wear armor, she wasn't trying to hurt her. This finally registered, and she finally calmed down a little. However, there was a simple problem. "I-I don't know what you're saying."
She cocked her head, a confused look crossing her face. "Quid?"
"I can't understand you. I just can't.", Rainbow said. Then she a cough shot up through her body, her chest flaring in pain as her throat dried and constricted. The thing walked over to the shelf in the corner, coming back to the bed with a small vial filled with red liquid.
"Hic vos. Ne hoc veru. Hoc tibi auxilium", she said, uncorking the vial and attempting to pour it down her throat. At first, it went down smoothly. Until she tasted it. It tasted like wet clothes and moldy hay. However, the thing had clamped her jaw shut, so she couldn't really spit it out, and she didn't want it in her mouth for very long. So, she swallowed. She did feel better, the dryness fading and the chest pain also fading. "Ibi, vini. Iam de te. Demosian non potes dicere, non possum?"
"If you're saying 'can I understand you,'" Rainbow said. "Then the answer is yes. I don't understand a word your saying."
"Et quod sic accipere ea quasi.'' She said. She then turned to the still-open door and yelled out, "Dennis!". A second later, another creature appeared. This one was similar to the wingless griffin that had chased her. However, he also wore no armor or even any clothes at all. His fur was also a different color: a darker brown than the other one, while his feathers were still the same shade of white.
"Quod hoc mulier?", he said. His voice lacked the scratchiness the cat-thing had, but still bore the same distinct accent.
Speaking of the cat-thing, she said, "Usque ad caput Void Gazers store. Petere si ea non possumus uti translatione rune. Dic ergo illi ut opus illud for romamunm atala devastantque inveni extra custodibus."
"Obtinut eam." After he (she guessed from the voice and build it was a he) said this, he walked off out of view.
The thing then looked at her. "Ego opus ad curam aliquid sunt. Lustus palulum requiescam. Vale." With that she left, shutting the door behind her.
Rainbow sighed. She didn't understand a word that either of them said, and she guessed that they didn't understand her either. So, things were at a stalemate. Either way, it was abundantly clear that she was in no condition to leave, seeing as she couldn't even reach the door without falling over. So, as much as she hated it, she had to wait it out. Besides, she was a little tired. Laying back, she shut her eyes and let sleep wash over her.