Okay, This is a revision, and the new "A Jumi's Secret". It was my first story so the wy it is written is awfull, but if you liked it so far, before, please read this. I bet you'll enjoy this and like it much better.
Enjoy, R&R!
Two thumps rung threw out the ears of three lost travelers as two very large bags, filled with clothes, hair products, and other stuff a girl would take along for a vacation, clashed into the ground; clattering everything together in a series of jiggles.
"It just seems to get heavier with each step I take! I can't go on like this." Estelle complained, using the back of her left hand to wipe away the sweat dripping from her pours about her face.
"We all have to endure it too, so… lets just keep moving dear." Falor, her father said to her in the most wise voice he could manage, trying to steady the own weight on his hands and shoulders.
"Maybe, if you didn't pack so much of this stuff, we wouldn't be as tired and maybe could have gotten to a rest area SOONER. But, no. Of course not." Syrian, her mother, spoke up with quite an annoying look plastered on her face.
"I can't help it, I always bring my stuff. Maybe if YOU could follow directions right, we might be on the side of the road in a TOWN instead of a abandoned road that stops in the middle of no-where." Estelle, picked her bags up once again and continues when her parents became to far in distance from her.
"Hey, Syrian…," Falor started and stopped walking. "We… We might have to stop, it's going to get dark soon… maybe we should find a place to… well, sleep? For the night?" He tilted his head back at her, awaiting the 'no' response. She only walked past him and he had gotten his response.
The three had been on foot for the entire day, walking west of where their car ran out of gas; the middle of -complete- nowhere. They had first traveled from their car in desert terrain and terrible heats but, soon, that turned into a rain forest type of location with a terrible heavy air feeling; the moister was also horrible. The day was becoming dark, which would also mean that the night would bring cold. Cold until the sun would rise the next morning.
"Mom, dad… I really… don't feel so go-" Estelle fell to the ground with another large thump before finishing her sentence. The two parent's instantly dropped their bags, turned, and ran for her. They shouted for her to wake up, to say something, to move… to breathe harder. But she did none of these things. She only dreamt.
Flashes. Color. Streams of silky color. Glowing jewels.
She could see… Multiple people standing in a crowd, watching her. Her arms and legs were stiff she couldn't move, at all. Her eyes were the only thing moving, they searched the crowd but everything was too fuzzy. There were so many. Her mind was beginning to spin.
"Who are you?" she tried to say, but her lips seems glued to each other, not even a moan or whispered muffle came out. She wanted to… cry.
With a startled scream her eyes fluttered open, and her body feel from a most comfortable location which she must have been resting. It was hard, but she'd take anything after that day's walk.
Her eyes closed with an inward sigh and she let her back rest against the bedside, enjoying the peace and comfort of sitting, relaxing.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Just exactly where… am I?"
The floor was made from wood and only wood, as looked the walls, but painted in some kind of old fashioned sky blue paint. There was the bed she was leaning on, and another next to it.
Estelle turned her body from it's position to get a better look at the other side of the room. There was a small entrance way which had three doors located inside. They were all closed and made of wood neatly nailed together. Black hinges at each door's side, keeping it closely bonded to the wall.
She quickly rose to her feet and slowly, cautiously made her way to a different colored door, one that stood out to her. One that called out to her.