I couldn't help but stare at the wreckage in front of me. It was happening, right before my very eyes. I really just couldn't understand anything, though.

An accident. The car I'd been in crashed, and rolled off the road into a steep, grassy ditch. I had been in the front seat, passenger side. The railing on the side of the road smashed the windshield, gave me a large cut on my forehead. Blood was running down my face, and my head was throbbing. My lungs burned for air, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

It had all happened, and I knew I was about to die.

And then... I just wasn't in the car anymore. I was standing off to the side, staring at the scene.

"Are you alright, dear?" someone asked.

I heard this voice. I know I did. Even though it was dark, and I could barely see, I should have been able to sense a general direction.

There was no one. I was standing by myself.

"Well?" the voice spoke.

I swallowed a dry lump in my throat, then replied, "I... I think I'm okay."

"Oh, good! I had hoped I'd gotten to you in time. Although these days, time is a tricky thing. Quite arbitrary, really." The voice, which seemed more and more feminine, sounded thoughtful.

I closed my eyes, trying to get my thoughts in order. Everything had happened so fast, the accident. Everything. "Did you save me?"

There was a short pause before I received an answer. "Well now. I suppose I did. Ha! Fancy that!"

"Not that I'm not grateful or anything, but talking to a disembodied voice is probably the last thing I need, considering I was just in an accident."

"Oh! Oh yes, of course. How rude of me!" She appeared at my side the next moment. "Do forgive me, love. I hadn't realized you couldn't see me yet."

She was very beautiful, this mysterious woman. Long, dark, wavy hair pulled over her shoulder, dressed in a black dress that looked like it belonged in the Victorian ages, gloves that covered two inches past her elbow, and in her hands was a parasol. I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her (quite sudden) appearance.

I cleared my throat. "Um. Hello."

She smiled at me. "A bit past the greeting stage, aren't we? But nonetheless; hello to you too."

We were silent for a while, staring at the wrecked car. Everything was just so weird.

"Well," she finally said, "this has been intriguing. But we really must be going."

"Going? I can't leave yet! I have to stay and wait for the ambulance to be treated and stuff. And I have to see if my friend Deb is okay!"

The woman blinked thoughtfully. "Oh. Really?"

"Well, yeah. It's just how things are done."

"Hm. I suppose I'm not as in tune with things as I thought."

I turned to look to look at her. I mean, really look at her. She said she saved me, but she looked as though she had just come from a fancy dinner or something. Her clothes were as clean and straightened as they were were she put them on. I, on the other hand, looked as though I'd just been, well, in a car accident.

"So... you saved me?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, I suppose."

"Oh. Well, thank you. But... how...?"

"I pulled you from the car, of course!"

"Right. Well. Again, thanks for saving my life."

She chuckled a bit. "Don't thank me, Evangeline. I haven't saved your life."

I turned to fully face her. "How do you know my name? I haven't told you."

"Well, it's quite ridiculous to tell me that which I already know."

"You're not making sense!"

"Well, of course I'm not! We should have left already."

"Look, thank you for saving my life, but I really think you should leave. I'll just stay here." I told her, then turned around and started trekking back to the wreckage.

"I don't know why you keep saying that, darling. I haven't saved your life. As a matter of fact, you're almost dead."

I whirled around to face her again, and was startled to see that she was merely inches from me.

"How-"

"Look." She pointed her parasol to the passenger side door. "See for yourself."

My gaze followed along her parasol until I was finally looking through the window.

I was in the seat, face covered in blood, unconscious, with the railing dangerously close to my head.

"What-WHAT IS THIS!" I exclaimed, stumbling back from the vehicle. "What in the hell is going on here!"

"This is why I was puzzled when you thanked me. I haven't saved your life. You are still breathing, but just barely." The woman said. "You will most likely perish in another hour or so, by which time you will be in a hospital bed. Now come along, there are things we must do before you join into yourself."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Well, that's unfortunate. Especially for you, because if you don't come with me, you will most definitely die. I am the one who pulled you from your body, and I am the one who is able to return you, to your body. Now please, don't make this any more difficult. We have already wasted more than enough time." She grabbed my arm and began pulling me along with her as she walked away from the car. "We have just under an hour to do what needs to be done."

"A-And just what needs to be done here?"

"To put it simply, training you."

"Training me? For what, exactly?"

"It's not just any one thing, you know. It's a whole course of things. You'll know when you learn them."

The next step she took and suddenly we were in a room. It was dark, but I couldn't hear the sounds of the night anymore, so I could only assume we were inside.

"Now then," the woman said. "Home sweet home."

She released my arm, and walked over to, what I can only assume was a bar, since it was pitch dark, and began to fix herself a drink. Then she turn on a dimly lit lamp, and turn to face me.

"My name is Saphora." she said, and then took a sip from the glass in her hand. She raised her head, looked me directly in the eyes, and smiled secretively. "My name is Saphora," she repeated. "And I am your teacher."

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Welp. That was all that came to me tonight. i'll write some more if anyone wants.

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