@voicesasclearasday - Divinian translations in the tags =)
Leeloo awoke inside her sarcophagus, in the dark and in pain. It had been partially crushed, and there was something very wrong with her left leg and side. She cried out in pain and fear, pushing on the lid. It barely moved, it was so heavy and damaged. “Givo’mana mina!” she yelled, but no one came. She had to do it herself. Pushing on the lid with all her might, she managed to open it a little. Wedging her feet and hands in the opening, she used her whole aching body to pry it open.
Falling out of the large metal sarcophagus, Leeloo cried even harder and shivered, looking down at herself. Her leg was all bloody and it hurt very badly, and there was a hole in her side. A jagged piece of the sarcophagus had impaled her. She put a hand over the wound and slowly stood. All around her was the wreckage of the Mondoshawan ship she was being transported in. What year it was or what the purpose for the transfer was eluded her. She usually was not briefed on such things until she awoke, and until a moment ago, she had been in a deep sleep.
She looked around at the wreckage and then up at the sky. “Awa ont selovoyet?” she whispered to herself, her brow furrowing. Suddenly, her concern moved to the pilot, the Mondoshawan who taught her everything she knew. He had been her caretaker, teacher, and friend. But when she climbed across the wreckage to his large form, she found no light there, no movement, no sign of life. “Sonoy’met paknena…” she said to him, shaking him a little. “Paknena kiba lougalino mina,” she begged, but she was already crying harder. She could tell he was dead. He had been crushed and partially melted into his seat by the force of the blast.
There was nothing she could do for him, and after a short time of mourning, Leeloo knew she had to leave him behind. She lay her hand on his shoulder. “Mo manté sedan flamta deno,” she vowed solemnly.
Leeloo had no clothes, no way of knowing who or what she might encounter, and no understanding of where she was, but she had no choice. She left the wreckage and started walking. Limping on her wounded leg and holding the wound in her side, she hoped that she could find at least a safe place to rest until she had healed. The bleeding was already slowing down, but with wounds this severe, it would be hours before she was whole again.
Walking across a field, she could vaguely see colorful buildings in the distance. Buildings? Tents? She was not quite sure what. Her head ached, so it was fair to assume that it had been struck in some way, and her vision was a tad blurry as a result. Nevertheless, it was as good a guess as any that there might be somewhere to rest inside those colorful places. So she limped towards them, keeping an eye out for any sign of danger.
Dark eyes stared heavily into a cup of black tea as normally gentle hands gripped the smooth porcelain. It’d been several days since the dancer had last slept, her nightmares having gotten worse over the last week. As such, she’d made a point of avoiding sleep, choosing large amounts of caffeine and practice over flashbacks and night terrors. It never worked, of course, but that hardly seemed to stop her.
Ravi, of course, had very little trouble sleeping. Glancing over her shoulder, Asha would spot the large feline laying at the foot of her bed, his soft snores filling the tent. It seemed to be the only sound for miles...that was, until a sudden explosion shook the ground.
The sound alone had sent the woman flying to her feet, her tea spilling across the wooden table in her panic. Ravi, too had awoken with alarm, his claws digging fearfully into the sheets.
Unsure of the cause, Asha crept closer to the entrance of her tent, poking her head out to see. It seemed she wasn’t quite the only one. Several other members of the circus had come to see what the fuss was about...but nothing could be seen. Even so, the circus seemed to go on high alert, The strongest of its members volunteering to patrol and keep watch for anything suspicious. Asha, too, made a point to volunteer.
The others seemed hesitant, knowing her past, but allowed it nonetheless. They knew she’d scout ahead with out without their permission. It was just how she was. The circus was her home and as such, she had become very protective of it. Even so, they insisted she stay close. She promised she would, only wandering a few yards away before spotting what appeared to be some sort of...wreckage further off.
Before anyone could stop her, she’d rushed towards it, worry and fear all but consuming her. What if someone was trapped? What if they’d died..?
She’d only made it a few feet before the sight of a woman, naked and stumbling caught her eye. At this, her blood ran cold. Even from this distance, she could tell the woman was fairly thin, and clearly injured. Blood appeared to drip from her side and down her leg and she seemed to sway dangerously from side to side... it was all too familiar a sight, and she wondered if she’d looked similar when she’d first come across the circus.
Despite the urge to run, to take hold of her and question what had happened, she kept her movements slow. If this was anything like what she’d come from, then sudden movements she knew would only serve to frighten her.
“Hello..?” She called, trying to catch the young woman’s attention, “It’s alright, there’s no need to be frightened...I just want to help...My name is Asha... Can you tell me yours..?”