Jade Fern Grove much too young

@Behati :D

Her eyes fluttered open, briefly, to greet the empty sockets of a skull. Her mouth was dry and tasted of blood and something more acidic, sour. It all made her stomach do flip-flops, and her vision began to spin before she returned to darkness.

The next time she awoke, she was able to survey her surroundings. The skull was gone; perhaps that had been a nightmare. Her own skull was throbbing, and she could feel something thick and dried trailing from above her temple and down her cheek. That was why she tasted blood. For some reason, she was on her side— and she began the labored process of shifting to a seated position. Whenever the movement became too much for her, the yearling paused until her nausea subsided. Eventually she sat, able to glower at the treacherous walls that surrounded her.

What the f—

Before she could finish that though, or even further analyze her surroundings and how she had gotten here, something flickered in the corner of her vision. Spinning her head— too fast, for it then caused her vision to swim again— the yearling was just able to catch the form before it disappeared.

"Hey, wait—" she gagged, stumbling towards it despite her inability to see straight.