Outcasts 1: Awakening

She woke up first, cold, her muscles tensed against the shivering that threatened to overcome her. There was no sky above, only a vaulted ceiling of rock, spattered with luminous growths like clouds of green stars. The rushing roar of the waterfall upstream filled her ears; the river at her feet babbled; and from somewhere in the darkened, damp distance, occasional grunting roars and hooting howls rose into the air.

A sword in its scabbard, still fastened to a belt, lay on the cave floor beside her. All she wore was a white shift cinched in gold, sodden and heavy, clinging wetly to her limbs and seeming to drive the cold of the water straight to her bones. A long slender man lay beside her, wearing a kilt of the same sort of material as her shift. His skin felt cold, but he was breathing and she saw his eyelids flicker: he was alive.

She couldn't remember who she was or how she had come to be there. She had no recollection of the man, but guessed he was there for the same reasons. All she remembered was her name: Citlara.

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(Kind of an AU thing based on a dream. Won't write actual comics about it; just planning to tell the story through full-size images with lots of descriptive text. Should be fun.)