The mist swirled around her as she stood alone. Faces drifted in and out of focus, faces that she felt her heart leap out to but her mind held only a blank. All she knew was the mist and the staff she clutched in her little hands. She had a name once, but now everything was forgotten and only fear remained. Now she was part of the staff as it became her, empty. She tipped her head back and saw more mist and howled her fear into the swirling air. Alone, always alone the staff had been and now she too was alone.
This writing piece won second place in the Drabbles contest