The Lost Gods - Book One, Healer

The Lost Gods Book One - Healer, First Edition

Published by Robin Toupin Calgary, Alberta

Copyright  2011 Robin Toupin, Calgary, Alberta

Published simultaneously in the United States of America

ISBN: 978-0-9877236-0-4

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means (including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval) without permission in writing from the publisher.

For all permissions, please contact the author at retoupin@gmail.com.

DISCLAIMER

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Prologue

She was awake. What had woken her was a mystery, although it felt almost like something had crawled across her skin. She felt herself wanting to scream but something was pressing against her lungs forcing her to save her strength just to breath. She tried to move and found herself almost unable to. It was nearly pitch black, with just a hint of dull light coming from somewhere near her head. .

Momentary panic set in and she struggled to get loose. Something was constricting her. She felt her left hand break free, tearing through the binding of whatever it was that held her. Another wave of panic struck her but she forced herself calm. A deep instinct told her that panic would rob her of what little hope she had.

Taking deep relaxing breaths, she ignored the musty dankness of the air and wriggled her free arm to the right side. She could feel the material that bound her. It wasn't rope and she was able to tear at it until her right hand was free as well.

She had no idea what to do next but as the only light was near her head, she decided that would be her best chance of escape. As she tried to bring her hand up to her head, she realized she couldn't get do it. She could touch her cheek, which oddly brought her a small measure of comfort, but the constriction of her prison prevented any further movement.

As calmly as she could, she began to feel around herself. It felt like her body was bound with some kind of cloth but it was easy to tear it loose wherever she grabbed onto it. After a few minutes of pulling she felt nearly exhausted but her legs could move slightly. Tilting her head she tried to see where the light was coming in. No luck.

Slowly she wriggled up until her head was touching the part of the box where the light was. Gritting her teeth, she lifted her right hand above her head as much as she could and slammed it into the box. Something gave, slightly! Encouraged, she hit it again and again.

Finally a hit forced a slight movement as wet dirt fell into her mouth. She spit it out and tried again. She felt her hand grow sticky and warm with the blood but fear gave her strength so she continued to slam her hand into the box again and again.

She heard a breaking sound and felt wet dirt covering her face. Trying not to panic, she kept pushing until the dirt broke away and daylight was visible. Inch by inch, she wriggled her body further until her head was completely free. Someone had buried her alive? She could see movement, an outline of a person. Fearing it was her captor she screamed in panic and fell into blackness.