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(Character) wants (goal) because (motivation), but (conflict).

(Girl named Melody) wants to (remember her past and get out of this creepy cellar where she wakes up) but (she is very confused and there is no escape).


 * The misunderstanding of Death **

BOOM! I wake with a start, cracking my head on a low ceiling. Blinded by pain, I clutch at my skull and sit up more cautiously, trying to get my bearings. I lie on a cool stone floor, wearing a strange brown robe and having no earthly idea where I am or who I am.

In addition to my aching head, another ailment that builds on my pain is a word. Bouncing cruelly around my brain, leaping from one wall to another is the name: Melody. That is the only word, only name I have about my past.

There is no standing room in the damp cellar, so I crawl about the room to look for an exit. There are four low walls, no windows, and no door, or any hint to how I came to be put in this cell. I have no way of telling how long I have been in here, or even what year it is. I have absolutely no clue of anything, except Melody, that is. But one can hardly call that a clue.

After an eternal wait in which I doze off and on, I hear a scratching at the stones behind my head. Startled, I retreat to the other corner, hoping somehow I will get food or someone to inform me of what in the world happened to me. The scratching pauses momentarily, and I begin to wonder if I could have possibly imagined it.

The silence is deafening, and then the far wall explodes toward me, bits of rock pelting me and burying me in their dust and rubble. Coughing, I struggle to shift the rock off of me and finally get a glimpse of what caused the ruckus.

An old man, cloaked in grey and holding a long staff hobbles out of a dark, cave-like tunnel where the wall used to be. My cluelessness at his arrival seems to be expected, as he solemnly declares,

“Follow me if you don’t want to make matters worse for yourself. You have no reason to trust me, but what are your alternatives?” He turns and sets off at a crooked gait into the gloom. Knowing that I must, I creep after him.

The tunnel winds and twists so many times I am quickly lost, but my ancient guide seems quite comfortable and knowledgeable. At last, when I begin to fear I can go no further, I am blinded by a sudden blast of light and find myself paralyzed. My eyes find it challenging to adjust, so I can see nothing as a force yanks my suspended body and tows it by an unseen force into an open space.

The slam of bars registers in my consciousness, and suddenly the light becomes dimmer and I can see where I have been taken for the second time in an undeterminable amount of time.

The only analogy I can come up with for this strange hall is it is similar to an official court room or such. I am still held immobile by my invisible bonds, however, I am locked in a metal cage in the center of the room as well. An assortment of… well, not people but //things//- surround me peering at me intently, but that is about where the similarities to a court room stop.

The creatures, for one thing look like they belong in a fairytale, or a sci-fi novel, or are something else entirely. I see an assortment of aliens, a centaur, fairy, unicorn, and so many other things that I must have cracked my head on that ceiling harder than I thought. They are looking at attention, but they also have wide screens for tables and occasionally, I see them glance down at them and touch the displays as if they were making notes. I don’t have much time to ponder this phenomenon before my heart leaps in surprise as a ten-foot tall alien enters the room and all falls silent. I would have been shaking in fear if I hadn’t been held still.

“Human!” the creature hisses, his voice penetrating my inner thoughts in a very Voldemort-like way. I notice a couple other creatures wince, but they say nothing.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“You have beeeen brrrought heah to testify for your crrrrime. If you are found guilty, yooou shall be tortured to deathhhhh.” The nature of the voice was such that my blood turned to ice and I would not have been surprised if I dropped dead on the spot.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“What crime?” I find that my vocal cords are actually able to function after the long period of disuse.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">Many of the animals hiss or groan at this. Feeling that I have made matters worse for myself, I amend my question.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“How would I know what my crime is if I’ve lost my memory?” I plead.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“You have meddled too far in our supernatural affairs, human!” the voice replied. “You found one of our fairies and killed her. Have you anything to say to that?”

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">An inkling of a fairy in a glass jar trickles into my memory. I went to collect the newspaper and she was sleeping, wrapped up in the Sports section, her wings bent off. I take her inside to look at her, and put her in a glass with water and food. By the next day, her little heart stopped beating and she was dead.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“How did she die? Um sir? What did I do?” I quake.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“Human contact with our world is forbidden. Any contact between the worlds can give us away in an instant. Do you deny touching her?”

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“No,” I say, my voice very small.

<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16px;">“Then, just as she died, so shall YOU!” The alien serpent rears back, and comes at me in a flash of fangs.