Disclaimer: NO I don't own it...wish I did though. Maybe if I beg 'n' cry and smack people I could get it!
Wake Me Up
I was a typical girl. Emeka. A simple town girl who worked as a miracle worker. I didn't do much. I went to the orphanage, made medicines, and the good will thing. And you know what? I enjoyed it. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, to be such a nice person. My views of life though were strange. I didn't want money, power, or men...that much. I wanted to have a garden. But my life was so busy, having to be such a good will person, I would have to take care of everyone. It was like they were in my hand, and one tiny movement destroyed them. I couldn't let people fall so easily, so I kept going. I had such a quiet life until...I found him.
"Oh no, what do I do?" I told my self over and over again. There was a young man who had washed up on shore, his blonde hair falling over his eyes. He was sort of pale, as if to disappear. His clothes were ragged and washed out of their color, but I saw hints of orange. He looked tall, and slim, not that I was admiring, just...inspecting.
"I have to heal him," I muttered to myself as set down the pack. Laying my ear to his chest, I could faintly hear a pulse. It was quiet, but it was there. But it wasn't quite a pulse. It almost sounded like it was going to give up, like it wasn't needed. I reached towards his face, brushing strands of blonde hair off of him. He was so handsome! Yet...so familiar.
"I guess I have to take him to my house...Hoo boy," I said as I lugged him on my shoulders. He wasn't as heavy, poor thing must not eat much. And so I began to walk towards my cottage.
Llednar
I awoke from a smell coming into my nose. It was a smell I had never experienced, but I knew it was food. The meaty air just seemed to welcome my body awake. I opened my eyes, wondering where the smell was coming from. I checked my surroundings, I was in a small house on a couch. I didn't have the strength to get up and check, somehow, even that failed me.
"Oh! You're awake!" cried a girly-voice. My ears seemed to ring, I hadn't heard another voice in so long.
"Are you alright? Can you speak? You were pretty washed out on the beach. I thought you were dead, but seeing as you're not, I'll up the portion of the chicken broth. Do you feel well enough to eat? I'm not surprised if you have sand and salt water in your stomach, but atleast try to down something, okay?" She spoke so much! I didn't know whether to feel annoyed or relieved. I was going to live.
"Yes, I can speak, I feel well enough to eat, and yes I'll try," I whispered softly. Her eyes softened and a little breathe seemed to escape her pink lips. She was quite attractive for a field girl. Her brown hair was cut short at her chin, and curled up slightly. Her brown eyes twinkled with a spark of kindess, and she was slim for one who ate so well. She wasn't pale, or weak like at the palace, no she was tan and mid-sized. Maybe 5'6" at the most, but who knew? Her cheeks were rosy from all the talking, and her lips were curled into a relieved smile.
"Where am I?" I choked out. A coughing attack reared it's ugly head into my face.
She came rushing towards me with a pill and a glass of water. I eyed the pill, but feeling no strength to argue with her eyes, I swallowed it and drank down some water. She sighed in relief when she saw me clench my teeth. The pill was horrible. I didn't know if I could hold it down, so I made an effort.
"Try and keep it down, dinner is coming up. You're in the field part of Baguba Port. My cottage isn't too far from the city, so if you need to contact someone later, you can walk down there when you feel better. Oh! The broth is done, hold on a second," she said, looking straight at my eyes. I liked her voice, it was soothing, and so calm.
Emeka
I was so happy to see him talk. But I noticed...how icy his voice was. It sent shivers down my back, but I knew I'd have to get used to it. I stirred the broth a couple more times until I grabbed a bowl, a ladle, and got him half a bowl full. I didn't want to push his stomach into exploding. Better to start small.
"I'm Emeka by the way," I called out from the fire.
"I'm...Llednar," he spoke in such a soft voice! I loved how silky it was, so collected, but the icy part ruined the great moment.
Grabbing a "Bed-in-breakfast" tray, I placed the broth, a cup of orange juice, and some pills for his coughing and stomach. All my medicines were home made, so I knew he would feel better soon. Not that I'm bragging, I just used purest of herbs, so it HAD to work. He eyed the tray until I placed it to him. Sniffing the food he grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the broth.
"Nothing will bite, I promise," I joked as I began to walk around collecting some broth for myself.
He didn't say anything but he started eating it. Such good table manners! It was like having a prince or something in my living room. I watched him eat it, only making a sharp intake of breathe if I saw him take a pause between bites. I began to eat my broth with wondering glance at him. He was so mysterious, yet...I was comfy with him there. I had been taking in travellers for years, yet I never felt so...safe with them all. I think I was going to like this stay here.