Chapter 2
I felt a great pain conquer my body. There was a noise inside my head, something like a drum roll, only that it was less glorious, though harsher. All the muscles in my body tensed, trying to push the sounds away. Finally, things started to calm down and my eyelids swung open. I was lying on a bed, with a blanket covering me. The room looked old and dusty, yet comfortable, with a fire burning underneath the stove. I tried to move my head and before I realized it, the pain was back, almost worse than before.
"Huh", I moaned out in pain, trying very hard to take back control over my body. Suddenly the big wooden door opened and a young man stepped in. I stared at him for a moment, ignoring my aching body. He was tall and muscular, dark brown hair falling into his green eyes. He wore a brown hunters shirt, linen trousers and leather boots.
"Who are you...?", I whispered confused and a smile formed on his lips.
"The better question is, who are you?", he answered with soft words. He stared at me and when I opened my mouth to say something, he quickly added,
"You don't have to be afraid Miss, I won't hurt you..." before he could finish, I interrupted him, which was a rude thing to do, yet I did it.
"Why would you take me here? Why would you help a stranger?", I blinked at him challengingly and triumphed internally. Whoever this was, I would not let him treat me as if I was a helpless Missy, who decided to have a vacation in Wonderland. I knew what things were like here, I met a mad hatter, a mind-reading cat and a queen made out of cards, who rules over cards and who's favorite sentence is "OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!". And all of this started, with me following a white rabbit, who to my confusion talked and had a golden watch with him. I was deep in thoughts, when the young man in front of me turned around and murmured something like,
"I save a young lady, what do I get?". He shook his head roughly and turned his face back to me.
"You know, I helped you because if everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.". He pressed his lips together and sighed.
"I'll better get it going, before it's too late...", he said while picking up his bow up from the table, which stood in the center of the room. I glared at him shyly and asked quietly,
"Where are you going?"
"Are you hungry?" and before I could answer he cut in,
"I'm getting us food."
"With that arrow?", I asked shocked.
"Yes. You find, you shoot and you eat; it's what you call the process of hunting..."
"Aren't you like... Sad for the animals?", I asked him with big eyes and to my surprise he laughed nervously.
"You get used to it after you realize, you will starve to death without food...". Without another word, he turned around and left through the same old door, he entered before.