Only a day ago, she had been breathing her first breath for a thousand years. Now, she was wandering cautiously about the land that was once her home. She had quickly realized they weren't kidding when they said she would awake long in the future. The land itself had shifted, eroded. She could no longer navigate her way along the pathways she once knew, and worst of all, she couldn't even remember her own name. But what was a name, anyway? Nobody knew it in this new world. After all, if you were speaking to no one, what was a name's purpose anyway, besides a reminder of one's identity? She knew who she was without such a marker. A soldier of a cause that had moved on.
As the sun became dimmer, she sat down on a flat rock, ready to make camp. She had filled her empty water-skin, and wasn't hungry. Neither was she sleepy. However, she had slept so long that it seemed as if she no longer needed sleep. She stared into the fire she made, sighing to herself.
