Dark Side of The Yurt
Farmer of this Another Wonderlife is Catherine
And the song is "Redeemer" by Marilyn Manson.
Catherine woke up in a patch of white Goddess Drops by the moors.
"Marlin?" She whispered in the dark. A slim hand pressed against her head as she looked around. There was only the roaring waterfall, sounding more fierce and sinister than ever, and Murrey pacing the crooked path in the solace of his own memories of Po-po Valley. His mutterings of "moi" were low and soft as a lullaby compared to the crashing waters that pounded horrifically at Catherine's eardrums.
"Marlin?" She called again. He was with her before she fell asleep. When the waters were soothing and pleasant. Before everything went dark. Before she dreamt of a beautiful acoustic melody.
Catherine stood and wiped her water-sprayed arms before wrapping them around herself for warmth. Gustafa's song still played melodiously through her mind but there was a strange somber presence lingering in its harmony. She remembered his face. A wan and ominous expression tore at his usual amicable face as he gazed at her and Marlin from the other side of the river. It seemed to tear through her too with a pang of remorse.
'Gustafa!' She remembered calling out. 'Gustafa come join us!' But he made a face at the ground and headed down the path to the main road.
Catherine shivered in the dark, dreading its blackness that blanketed over everything her eyes could reach. "M-Murrey..?" She whispered in fright. "Murrey?" Still there was only darkness and the crushing sound of the violent waterfall. "Murrey! Murrey! Where'd you go? MURREY!" Her eyes stung as fresh tears seeped from behind her eyes.
"Moi?" The rough sound came from behind startling Catherine but relieving her to have a companion in the night that suppressed its moon.
"Murrey! You frightened me, creature. Come help me. I don't think I can find the path home on my own. Please, Murrey, you'll help me right? H-Here." Catherine dug in her pocket for some money to persuade the Neanderthal. "Here's 15G. Now you'll help me, right?"
"Okay." He said taking her hand in one of his and accepting the coins in the other. Murrey lead the girl straight down the path
After a few minutes of walking with Murrey, Catherine recognized the whine of her horse. "Murrey, hear that? We must be close, right?" He nodded and continued dragging her forward as he stared astonishingly at his coins.
After ten more minutes Cathy snatched her hand away from Murrey. "Where are we now? It takes less than half the times we've been walking to get home!"
"Home? Mooiiiii. In Po-po Valley?" He looked up at her with a hopeful smile.
"No, you dunce! My home! I thought you said you'd lead me back to my farm!" Murrey's face fell, mumbled another 'moi', and headed back into the dark.
"Worthless piece of-ugh!" She threw a rock in his direction, hoping to hear it thud against his head. Catherine turned around and felt something graze against her fingertips. She placed her hand on the large foreign surface. It was coarse and yet soft, like leather. Her hands moved hungrily to the left, searching for relief of the darkness. The leather turned to hard wood holding a metal doorknob. A yurt.
