A new arrival

§Boom!§ An explosion is heard in the distance as a great flash of light floods the area. Smoke fills the sky, mixing with the clouds . . turning them black. Trees are felled for several kilometers. Silence fills the air now as the animals have fled or died from impact. What could have caused this? As the smoke clears, a figure lays crumpled on the ground. Raven black hair covers the face as portions of cobalt colored skin shows through. The figure is wearing a sheer satin purple robe with a white and gold sash about the waist. Her feet are bare and the moon shines brightly upon them. The unconcious figure seems as if she were barely breathing as the night passes on.

The wind blows through the trees, a slight rustling of the leaves. The wind is cold against the blue skin, causing the figure to stir. Groaning with pain, the figure moves slightly in an effort to get up. Opening sea grey eyes, the figure reaches up an arm and moves her raven hair from her face; her eyes darting from one side to the other, the surroundings are strange to her. With a loud grunt, she pushes herself up, her body aching from the fall. What happened? Where did she land? Whose land was it? These questions she knew wouldn't get answered here and so she decided to walk away from the spot. She finds a softly beaten path and decided to take that. It must go somewhere and she wondered who was also around. She turns around once more to see the crash landing, before disappearing into the distance, down the path.