another step, as my body slumped against the trunk of another thin pillar of a tree, I heard the faintest sound of running water.
My eyes snapped back open, and I twisted my head in every direction. Is that running water , something whispered in my head. Eagerly, I gazed around. No, I guess I’m just hearing things now…maybe I should just rest here and–
THERE! I could see the faintest light, glimmering against the trees, a minute’s stumbling away. Summoning every last ounce of strength, I staggered towards the glimmer, pushing off of every tree between it and me…
As I reached the source of the light, I dropped to my knees in despair. There was no water — nothing to satiate my burning lungs. The small stream of light penetrating the canopy above was dancing off of a small bank of reflective stones, barely puncturing the soil. My thirst gaze flitted up the trail that pulled through — it was clear that this was, at one point, a small stream. But perhaps the earth had settled further up, sending the water pouring down another path. Maybe the source had even dried up somehow.
Either way, it meant that there was nothing for me here. I didn’t have the energy to pull myself up and wander up the trail of caked sediment, eager to find that shiny source of water.
As the trees above swam in a circle, I felt the full weight of my fruitless journey fall crushingly onto my shoulders. The last thing I remember is the painful group, rushing up to meet my shoulder as I slumped onto my side.
* * * *
For the second time that day, I awoke in a completely unfamiliar environment. When my eyes opened, I felt a soothing breeze, and where there was previously blinding sunlight, there was now comforting darkness.
The ground, however, was a little less forgiving. Murmuring in half-sleep, I pulled myself up from the mass of furs that formed my cozy sleeping arrangements. The flicking of the nearby flames showed me that I was near the mouth of a small cave, and also revealed something much more important to me.
Namely, a small, leather-bound canister. It looked like one of those old water flasks restraint that accompanies dying thirst, I lunged straight for it, hearing it slosh as I fumbled with the canister in my grasp. Ripping open the flask, I hesitantly poured a small stream of the contents to the ground.
Water .
Stripped of reason and logic, I instinctively threw it back, gulping down mouthfuls of the mysteriously placed water. It was the most refreshing thing I have ever tasted, and there was just enough of it to satisfy the burning, pressing need inside me. Sparing not a drop, I gulped down the contents and wiped my brow with the scruff of my wrist, silently grateful for whatever transpired to get me here, safe, and placed squarely next to the precise thing I needed.
Now that the immediate concern was dealt with, it was time for some answers. The cave itself was rather small, almost even quaint. If not for the crackling fire, I wouldn’t have considered this shelter inhabited, as it had no other signs of life. Running my fingers along the floor, I drew several lines in the ancient dust, and my eyes drifted to the back of the cave. It abrupt ended at a natural wall, and I trailed the ceiling with my gaze as it reached back to the cave’s mouth.
Carefully, I crept towards the front and gazed into the moonlight. Even in the semi-darkness, I could tell that I was somewhat higher than the trees — and this gave me a strong vantage point to properly gather my bearings.
Up until now, I had hoped in my heart that I was on the mainland somewhere, with civilization just a few miles out of sight. This was clearly not the case now, as I was on an island, with nothing else visible as far as my eye could see. There also didn’t appear to be the slightest hint of civilization on this island, as I saw