Well hello there loves! I was simply just bored whilst camping and i began to write this. I hope it is enjoyed by you. I apologize that when I upload chapters it is quite random but I will find some kind of organization in the future.

Well story time.

Chapter 2: Wilderness and Wishes

April, 23rd, 1628

Oh my dearest Amelia,

Yes it is true that you are much too young to begin reading this.

But these letters are for you when I can no longer be around. When our country needs my presence along with Arthur's. I regretfully inform that I won't be able to stand by you all of the time.

I won't be able to sit as a proper mother and wipe your tears away when you have nightmares nor be able to kiss away the pain when you are to take a tumble.

But I can do the best I can to run the country with Arthur and visit you as frequently as I can.

So take care when I am gone, I will write to you as best as I can. I will

Make sure I send my love each time.

With kindest regards,

Alice Kirkland

Amelia opened her eyes, those light cerulean blue orbs popped themselves open. They had done so due to the fact it was almost sun rise. Amelia looked out of her, and Alfred's little home. Her little pudgy toddler fingers reached out to the sunset as she giggled. Not knowing much of a dialect, besides the ones of the locals she was silent, only to be aquatinted with mindless babble of a toddler. She was much to young to speak. As was her brotherly figure. Alfred was sound asleep next to her, she simply looked out ignoring his presence. The cave framing her beautiful sunrise.

She couldn't ever have thought of waking this early but she couldn't help herself. It was obviously spectacular to see. Her eyes lit up as she giggled yet again, reaching a hand out as if the melting colors could be touched. She wished to grab them so...but even this way she was unable to do so. She exhaled in a bit of a whine. Her eyes water in the slightest but she wouldn't let the tears escape. That would be entirely unreasonable. She let out a exhale of a huff and dragged the back side of her arm across her eyes. It left the softest dew upon the palish skin of her arm.

She wanted to go and touch the sunrise, but that was indeed impossible.

She then stood wobbling on her small toddler legs. She walked to the beginning of the cave and smiled allowing her legs to dangle from the edge of the cave. It was a lovely little place to dwell. That was if you could climb, it was suspended off a cliff. There was a small platform a few inches across to the right of them. There didn't seem to be any way to get across but it you could secure your fingers over the small ledge and propel yourself just enough to shuffle your body to the platform. You needed a bit more upper body strength that if she had been a normal child them she wouldn't have had.

Her small tuffs of her blond locks puffed up from her head as she ran her fingers through it quite absently. She looked at her brotherly figure. Before leaning down and touching his cheek she turned away. She sighed and blinked her blue eyes and then looked down below to see the waves crash around below her feet. The salt sent a smell that wavered upon her.

She begun to look over to the platform a few feet away. Securing her fingers on the side of the wall she began to climb across the path using her hands to swing herself across each side of the narrow path. She was honestly embarking upon danger. She was hanging fifty to ninety feet above the ground by her fingers. It took her a long while to get herself over to the other side.

If she hadn't been an abnormal child she would have fallen and plummeted to her most certain death. But she was different from other girls, from other children in the most part. Alfred was as well, but no one of the local tribes knew this. They would detest the children if they found they were nothing but white skinned myths. There had been stories of the children from time to time appearing near the coast of the country but no one had ever interacted with them. They were thought to be spiteful spirits of the dead waiting to take vengeance for their unrightfully young deaths.

Due to that they were usually alone to their own devices. They did as they pleased without fear of discrimination or injury. They were feared not loved, but fear was much more important than love, Amelia learnt that at a very young age.

She propelled herself up to the platform with her small chubby arms. She wobbled for a moment before getting high enough that she could plop her little stomach down upon the cold wetish surface of the rocky platform. She closed her eyes and made a small grunt of concentration as she exhaled deeply pushing herself up on this platform. Her little eyes begun to crack themselves open once she was wriggled up upon the platform enough so she could slide over on the platform sideways.

She exhaled deeply as he scraped her tummy against the rocks on the ground. Inhaling against the loose gravel she laid there for a few moments regaining herself. She was exhausted from the climb over. Alfred was much better at it then she. It was obvious, he was built in such a fashion that he was supposed to be physically capable of more then she.

She sighed after catching her breath and then pushed her smallish torso up so she could begin to hoist herself upward. Her eyes closed and her body ached softly as the muscles detested the way they bent. She sighed and began to climb up the short rock terrace to get to the main land. She smiled as the sun cascaded down upon her body.

It was early morning by now.

She was ready for the day. She felt the messy, wet dirt under her feet. It must have perspired last night. Because she felt a gentle mud cake her feet in a soft mask as she walked. She exhaled a sigh in a sharp manner. She wanted to do some exploring today. Alfred and herself had lived in the eastern part of their country. Near the coast of course, but she could never do too much exploring.

It was like a modern day drug to her, so addictive. So everyday before Alfred woke she would go out and try to find more about her forests, about her land! She wanted to know it from the back of her hand. She giggled softly wiping the dirt off the front of her gown looking garb. She didn't really remember when she had first gotten it but it surely had a lot of wear and tear. Dirt stains and rips into the bottom. But she didn't know any better. She didn't care.

She heard the soft wind in her ears and sighed softly of relief. It felt so calming. Her longish hair blew behind her as she walked. The short tuffs stuck out in a wavy fashion at all obscure angles. She walked to the beach area today. The sand crinkled beneath her feet and stuck itself to the dirt between her toes and running around her heels. There didn't seem to be many people about. Maybe that meant it was to be a good day. Maybe she wouldn't have to deal with the locals fears today.

She saw something strange in the distance today. It made her jaw drop. It was a monster! It had to be! She squealed and backed up until she hit the ground. She felt the sand run up her thighs and burn her legs as she slid back in it.

It had to be a creature of the darkness. It was big, and sitting there watching her! It must have been fifty feet tall! She bit her lip and felt salty tears of fear climb down her cheeks. The big monster was brown, mighty and it seemed to have a woman stapled to the front. A pale woman. Much like herself but older. Her legs shook so greatly it disabled her from running. She sat there fear apparent in her face as she stared at it. There was no plausible way to explain this creature. It was gigantic! The gods were surely punishing her! It seemed to rock back and forth with the waves. It had an curved part at the bottom and several sticks protruding from the top of it.

She gasped in air as she saw the big monster had bore but a child. A little monster and it was heading right for her. She opened her lips and then closed her eyes she shouted the only word she knew,"ALFIE!" As loud as she could. She shook with fear hoping it had woken him from his sleep. The creature drew closer and closer and it made her sniffle and begin to cry. She didn't know what to do. It was scary. The salt water poured from her eyes as she saw it approaching the shore.

She was dead she knew it...

She scooted over to try and hide as she heard the unintelligible words drift through her mind of a language she had yet to understand.

"Arthur I bloody told you! Were far in front of the god damn French! Calm the bleeding hell down!" She heard. It was feminine.

She heard a few sighs of exasperation and then a sudden growl. This one made her skin crawl. It was masculine,"Alice! Jesus! I told you not even to come on this journey! Four months with you on a ship isn't my ideal type of exploration!" It snapped,"I wouldn't want you and all of your hormones to bleed all over the sand- ow!"

Amelia didn't understand their words but they made her nervous in a way that she hadn't ever felt before. She heard footsteps now. These ones were familiar to her. They were her savior. It was Alfred, she suddenly heard the sound of sand scraping against the monsters babe's stomach. She heard Alfred running about and shivered. He didn't know where she was. She then heard commotion.

She couldn't move for what seemed like was forever concealed only by her silence. She closed her eyes tightly and then heard Alfred's high pitched squeal. She whimpered and then stood sniffling. She had to save him, that's all she could do. She stumbled up and then seeing Alfred surrounded by a few people.

She was so frightened as she heard their voices speaking to him. She knew he wouldn't understand their strange language either.

Standing on shaky legs she begun to run over to them. She pushed past their legs and ran to Alfred hugging him tightly. She felt his salty tears mingle with his shoulder. They were both confused, they didn't understand these people. They were confused. She looked directly into the eyes of one of the men. He had a thick set of eyebrows, sparkling green eyes that spoke to her with sympathy. That along with messy blond hair that looked as if it had been ruffled out of place. Alfred clung to her and cried.

She felt her salty tears smear the mans image as he looked over the two. He gave most of the men some sort of command and she shivered hearing his voice. They were all suddenly beginning to walk off.

"Alice...you know kids right...can you help...I mean...this ones looking at me..." He said unsteadily.

A woman appeared out of what seemed like thin air. Amelia was mesmerized, she was so gorgeous. Amelia looked up at her with less fear then the man. She still held onto Alfred tightly and just watched this female.

"Arthur! This doesn't help at all-" "Look she likes you!" There was a loud huff and then then man and woman began to get closer. "Hello love, do you speak English?" She asked.

Amelia not knowing at all what that meant just shivered and cringed away. The man stools in the behind her and that made Amelia scared. Alfred though had stopped crying. He had began to shift so he could see the mystery people as well.

"I don't think they understand...Arthur what do we do...?" Amelia watched her as she bent down getting on the toddlers level. "My name is Alice." She said pointing to herself. Amelia seemed a little less than scared. Alfred had grabbed Amelia's hand timidly looking at the man behind the woman. They both shook a little as they stood.

Amelia closed her eyes and then replayed the woman's words through her brain. She then pointed her finger at herself as Alice had. "Alice..." She said. She got a slight giggle,"No! No! I am Alice!" She said laughing softly.

The man stood in the background looking uncomfortable. He cleared his throat a few times. Alfred had drifted closer to him a bit. He still scared Amelia quite a bit. But the female was a bit more comforting. "Arthur get over here they might be like us! They look nothing like the other people around..." Amelia didn't know what she was saying but the man came over and she felt her stature shrink.

"See...I make them uneasy..." Arthur complained, he looked a bit cross with the fact. Alfred just giggled, Amelia wanted to hide behind her brother now. Arthur exhaled and bent down now as well. "I am Arthur..." He said pointing to himself. "England, we are England..." He then repeated.

Amelia felt the foreign words stand out in her mind but then something came over her a spell. It made her feel weak. She blinked softly and looked at the two. Her gentle feminine palms began to sweat out worry as she looked at the woman confusedly and more so the man. Her heart rate spiked and she tried to back up pulling Alfred with her. She stiffened and looked as is she was going to cry. She then felt a sudden pulse of pain in her hand. It made her whimper and cry out. She backed up so far with Alfred she could feel the wetness of the water on the back of her feet.

The lady and the man looked quite confused as well. The children had been fine but a second ago. But now the children seemed to be what was compared to a panic attack. The woman, what had she called herself, Alice? Yes, Alice. Alice looked pointedly at the girl and then exhaled softly reaching a hand out to her. But something struck into Amelia's mind. There was a mark there. It was the only thing that stood out in this. It was a rectangle, with a few lines diagonal through it. Amelia then felt the by burning in her hand increase as she cried out pulling it back to her chest. She let go of her brothers hand and then shivered and closed her eyes.

"W-Wait- Alice what do we do?!"

"Like I would bloody know! Your face probably scared them!"

"Oh belt up! I was simply keeping distance!"

Alfred seemed to be acting in the same peculiar way. She felt her eyes sag and begin to close as she fell with her brother.

They simply fell into the sand.

She couldn't remember what was said next but the last thing she heard was.

"I suppose we've found the country..."

Okay let me offer an explanation. Making it as complex as I usually do I thought that since the Americans are a.) so young and b.) never been in the presence of another country before, that they would have some sort of reaction to it. You might just think I'm being strange but voila! That is my explanation. I hope you all enjoy it and don't mind the scatterbrainedness of the writing next chapter will return to the real world. Or I should say present world.