Chapter 3 - Abigail's Awakening
After my strange encounter with the man I decided to nickname "Hatter", I began to forage around in the surrounding wilderness. I gently laid Abigail's flower on the ground beside me as I worked, rummaging through bushes and trees, coming up with piles of twigs, grass, flowers, carrots, and berries. It was too much for me to carry, so I did my best in fashioning a small sack out of twigs and grass where I could store the rest of my things.
"You better hurry up and wake up, Abigail." I hissed to her, struggling to lift the sack onto my back. "You can pull your own weight around here." With my bag loaded, I lifted her flower back up and began to explore. The world I was in was definitely interesting. Only a few yards away from where I spawned, the grass grew darker and the sky had a more overcast feel to it. I decided to avoid that area for now. Turning the other way, I found the grassland area continued on for quite awhile. As I traveled, I found a few rabbits, just, they had little horns. I didn't really feel like getting very close to them. As I continued on, Abigail's flower slowly started to unfold, and it levitated a tiny bit higher.
It wasn't long before the sun began to set, and I was forced to stop for the night. I set down my bag and Abigail's flower, and began trying to figure out how to fashion an axe for fire wood. This was an odd world. Turns out, all I needed was a stick and a piece of flint and I could make one. I wasn't about to question the logic, not when it was saving my life. I quickly began to chop down a small tree near me, struggling with the heavy axe. My lithe, feminine body wasn't made for this. Soon, though, I had a small stack of logs. I brought them over near my bag and Abigail, and began to make a fire. Once the fire was blazing, I sat down in front of it, watching the flames lick at the wood, crawling over it and consuming it. I roasted some carrots in the fire, quickly eating them, trying to keep my mind preoccupied. I didn't mind the darkness, in fact, I reveled in its company, but this darkness scared me. It was all-encompassing, and seemed thick enough to touch. I didn't want to know what lurked in it.
When the sun finally came up, I kicked some dirt over the small remains of the fire, picked up my bag and axe, and grabbed Abigail. Her flower was now fully opened, lifting higher off my hand. Time for the blood sacrifice. Using a bit of rope I fashioned from grass and a stick and flint, I made a small spear. I set the flower on the ground and slit my forearm, about an inch across, letting my blood wash over the petals. I winced and quickly made a bandage for it from grass and leaves, watching as the flower began to flow. Suddenly, it was gone. And in it's place stood my grayish blue, semi-transparent, naked sister.
"A-Abigail?" I asked, looking at shock at her. She seemed just as shocked as me.
"I-I'm a ghost." she whispered, floating into the air a few inches. So this is how he was going to get me my dead sister back. Clever.
"Why are you a naked ghost?" I asked, my gaze oddly drawn to my dead sister's form, even though it was the same as my own.
"I have no idea. Where are we?" she asked, looking around her fearfully. It was odd seeing her aged. Somehow, she was still my age, even though she died so young.
"I'm not really sure. Some guy took me here, and let me bring a companion. I didn't want to endanger a living person, and I figured I could trick him by choosing you. I'm sorry, Abigail..."
"No, you made a smart choice. I'm already dead. It's safer this way." Abigail said, smiling at me. Seeing her here now like this, she seemed to actually forgive me. I smiled back.
"Apparently, this is a very dangerous place." I told her, a little upset that my companion was a ghost, I wasn't very strong.
"We'll be fine, Wendy." Abigail said with another smile as she floated back to the ground, squeezing her eyes shut. The transparency in her body disappeared as she somehow gave herself a physical form. A triumphant grin on her face, she ran over to me, hugging me tightly. I tried to ignore the feeling of her large breasts pressed against mine.
"I'm sure you're right." I said, smiling back. "How'd you do that, anyway?" I asked,g esturing to her physical body, which was now flickering in and out of ethereality.
"I have no idea. I just feel tons of different powers somewhere inside me. I prefer being ghostly though." she said with a wicked grin. "Now let's go test out the rest of these powers."