Time passed had passed, how long I didn't know. It was something that stopped for no one, most certainly not a forgotten savior.

I got hunger pains and thirst scratched at my throat, but still I didn't move and slowly my mind forgot about the needs of a mere human. I never needed those things, I had wanted them.

Darkness became my only friend. I was happy to be alone, that Ruth's head had been pushed and buried away from me. Still, when I closed my eyes I could see those blank eyes and they were accusing me. If only I had ran when she said.

A world that didn't want me. It was the thought that continuous plagued my moments. I had been raised and created to save the world, what was I without it? How could I be their Alice without them?

I picked through pieces of glass, deciding on one I liked. I started drawing pictures in the thin layer of dust from the collapse. I played games with myself and drew happy pictures and it made me want to leave. I wanted to go back out into the world, but then the ugly words would find their way out. The red stains on the wall made me never want to leave.

Why didn't people like me? I was pretty and smart and likeable. I was special, a savior. So why did they hate me? Why did they destroy my home and try to kill me?

The sunlight trickled through the rubble interrupting my solitude. I blinked, covering my eyes against the harshness. I didn't want the light. I hadn't decided yet if I belong in it.

Long fingers reached inside the rock and flung them away. The hand was dark and not just from the thick coating of dirt on it. I tried to scrunch away from it. A hole was made big enough that a hand darted in and felt around within my sanctuary. Jumping forward angered at the intrusion, I bit it. A male voice swore, jerking his arm about with me attached. I was weak in my state and shook off easily. The hand retracted out of the hole, reeling in to its owner.

A bright glowing silver eye appeared in its place. The eye spun about wildly before landing on me. We watched each other for a moment and then I bared my elongated canines. The eye fell away surprised. I crept forward, waiting for the silver eye. My fist closed around a piece of rock and I raised it ready to attack when the entire wall of my bubble crumbled in.

I screamed, falling back from the falling debris. Rocks hit me and scraped open my skin to leak out the murky brown mixture that was my blood. A hiss escaped my lips as I cradled myself. The silver eyes peered back in from the opening. They were laid in a dark skinned boy. He was incredibly tall and had short buzzed hair. He was shirtless and wearing black trousers. He held a pick axe ready to swing down on me.

"What are you?" He demanded.

I stood up shakily, shifting my bare feet through the rubble to create ground without the sharp cutting edges.

"Hey answer me!"

I sniffed the air, frowning. "What are you?"

"I asked first." He stepped menacingly forward.

"So, I asked second."

"Yeah, and I have the weapon now start talking."

I blinked at him. "You really think that will hurt me?"

"It's dipped in gargoyle blood, one scratch and you're stone."

"Go ahead." I gestured to myself.

His hands shook, tempted to release and yet fighting it. "Shit." He lowered his weapon.

I walked forward, my rhythm the unnatural grace of the Others. I skipped around him. "So?"

"So what?" He spun to keep an eye on me, wary.

"So what are you?" I paused, resting my hands on my hips. I liked him, something about him made me happy.

"I'm human." I waited, rocking back and forth on my heels a slight smile having appeared on my face. "Fine, I'm...I'm part human and part...harpy." He looked away, a flush on his face.

"Where are your wings?"

"My what?" He gawked at the casualness of the question.

"Your wings." I flapped my arms in case he was stupid.

"That's none of your business."

"On the contary, unless I see your wings how do I know you are half harpy. Maybe your lying to me and are really something else and are seeking to eat me when I trust you."

"Why would I eat you?"

"Because I'm special...or I was." I became quiet, looking back at my hole.

"How the hell long were you down there?"

I twirled, hands out to the sun. The sun made me feel better. It rejuvenated my mind and body. "Months, years maybe?"

"How are you not dead!"

"How are you not dead?"

"Not this again." He groaned, plopping onto the ground.

I leaned over him, tilting to the side so I was eye level with him. "If you are a halfing shouldn't the Others have killed you or the humans?"

He squinted at me, debating. "It's not like it hasn't been for lack of trying." He turned to show his back that he had kept from me while I was circling earlier. Two jagged lines of red and white scar tissue created large ridges on his shoulder blades, right over where his wings should have been. "I guess you could say I'm lucky."

"If you were lucky you would have never been clipped in the first place." I retorted, standing up.

I looked around the ruins of my life lost in thought.

"Do you like me?"

"I just met you." He sighed and dropped his voice to an annoyed grumble. "I just wanted to make some extra money scavenging and I find some cuckoo girl."

I left him to himself. If he didn't like me, I didn't want to be around him. I skipped around the building kicking and picking through the layers of memories. Like I had assumed, much was destroyed and unrecognizable. An odd mixture of grief and relief washed through me at the sight. A glint caught my eye and I hopped over to pull out one of my video games. It was all scratched and no longer playable. The thought made me much sadder, I would now never finish the game.

I broke the disc in half and stuck one of the sides in my pocket. I held the other up to the sun, to catch the light. It reflected delightfully and I aimed it around the area. The disc flew out of my hand as it was swatted away.

"Are you stupid? You're going to attract attention!" He growled at me. He must really not like me, didn't matter I suppose. He wasn't the one I was meant to save.

I turned away, ignoring him and walked off again.

"Hey! Get back here!"

"Stop yelling, you'll attract attention." I called over my shoulder.

"I'm not the one stomping through ruins and messing with everything."

I climbed to the top of a particularly high pile of rock and looked around at the world. The world that I used to belong to and it used to belong to me. Maybe the world had changed its mind while I had been buried. Perhaps it would welcome me with open arms now. I could be special again. I could be a great hero, I just knew it. Plus dying was terribly boring I had found while waiting for its grip within my tomb. I shaded my eyes, squinting at a forest not far off. Hm...I couldn't remember if there had been a forest that close before. I didn't get to go outside of the building that often.

"Get down from there."

"Make me." I sang, making faces at him. I really did like him. I was glad to no longer be alone, even if he was a halfling that hated me.

"You spoiled brat." He began climbing up after me. Muttering many words I had never heard that did not sound very nice.

I smiled. "Just wait till you get up here! You can see everything!"

"I am not climbing up there for sight seeing. Once I get up there, we are going right back down. I'll carry you if I have to." He was wheezing slightly from the effort of climbing. Yes, he was definitely part human...perhaps more than me.

I turned away, a darkness creeping back out from my hole to follow me into the sun. The angry words in red again whispering the truth. Monster. Demon. A shadow fell over me and I startled, realizing it wasn't just my thoughts. I dropped down in time to avoid the claws that swiped where my head had been.

"Stay down! I'm almost there!" The boy yelled as though he could protect me.

I rolled over and stared up at the bright blue sky. My eyes whirled and honed in on the hunter and my soon to be prey. My heart pounded in my chest, raising with fear and excitement in an uneven song. This was my moment! I could prove my worth to humanity.

I rolled back and used the momentum to pop up on my feet. I brought up my fists ready to face the Other, a manticore.