Chapter 348: Leaving the Wagon
While her face hurt, she didn't feel the need to get back in the wagon. Which she took as a good sign. She just wished there was something that she could do about her face.
Aside from a few small rocks that had embedded themselves into her face, the girl felt more of a throbbing pain in her face. She wondered if she should just wait there for the pain to fade, but at the same time, if the bird wasn't a figment of her imagination, then whoever she was being warned about could potentially show up.
So, even as the world tilted around her, she stood up and started waking in the direction she was facing. She had no idea which direction she should be going in, just that any direction was as good as another with that fact in mind.
She didn't like how the sun was in her eyes, but she hoped that she'd be able to find a place where she could rest soon. Somewhere out of sight of the wagon that had at least some water for her to drink.
As she thought of water, she suddenly remembered having been walking towards a lake or river or something. She didn't know what happened to it, but for some reason, she recalled that the wagon was about where that body of water was supposed to be.
She didn't know if that really meant anything or not, but neither could she say that it mattered to her right then. Not when she didn't really know what was going on in the first place.
She continued to walk over the barren stone ground, feeling like there should be more vegetation, even if only growing out of the cracks in the stone. She didn't know what there was ahead of her, just that the wagon was behind her.
Eventually, she saw something in the distance. Since she'd always had the sun in her eyes, she was confident that she'd been heading in the same direction. So, she picked up her pace, hoping that she'd find something with whatever it was in the distance.
However, as she started to get closer, she started to get a sinking sensation in her stomach. She could see that what was ahead of her was a wagon that looked almost the same as the wagon she'd just left. In fact, she would be willing to bet that it was the same wagon. Even though she knew she'd been moving almost directly away from it for however long she'd been moving.