oblivion

Sorya had found herself to be hungry but not starving, tired but not exhausted, and thirsty but not parched. It was all very confusing as she tried to wrap her head around what had been happening in her life as of late. She had tried to deal with her mother's disappearance and the separation from her siblings and father, but she was having a hard time of it. The young girl had settled nicely in a dark valley to the mountain that could explode at any moment. She felt that she loved the feeling of constant danger. It kept her on her toes to say the least. The sooty, muddy girl had used this time and this setting to do some thinking. Some might even call these daring adventures to be soul searching. She didn't care what others called it.

She called it oblivion.

She had met many different types of people on her journeys but she had found that nothing fit it better like home. She had met Damon, Elena and Stefan, whom she stayed with for a while. She had met so many others such as Caroline and Jeremy whom were also nice. She had met mean wolves, cruel wolves, terrifying wolves, and she found that such threats did not phase her anymore. She had changed. Sorya had grown up in her time away, and now it was time for her to return home with her knowledge of oblivion. Oblivion was the world she was forced to live in and it was the one thing that she had to look forward to. She expected surprises and tests of morality and her intelligence, but for now she had only one mission.

She needed to find them. Ritselli. Ritsuka. Aleksa.