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I looked around the "forest" I think I'm in. It's impossible, very impossible. Why did I get here again? I wanted to die, not get into a forest that was the same forest in a dream where a lion almost ate me up because of its death stare. Well, maybe this is just a hallucination of mine. It could be the ones that you get before you die. I wasn't dead yet, I can't be dead, no. I was pretty sure that I haven't stabbed myself yet.
As I tried to get up, I heard hooves, a horse's hooves it was galloping in this forest. I tried to look around, I felt terrified I didn't want to be here, I didn't ask for this happen, I know I wasn't dead yet, I wanted to die, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to be in a forests, I really hate forests. The sound got nearer and I can hear it, the crisp of the leaves when the hooves hit it. It got nearer until I saw the horse and the person riding it. He was a dark-haired boy with brown eyes that looked like he's 16 years old, a year older than me. I could always tell how old a person is.
"Excuse me, I'm not trying to bother, but who are you?" he asked, as he got of his horse.
"I don't know why you have to ask me that, you don't really go around a forest asking people who they are. You can leave me alone," I said.
"Fine, looking at you, you seem fine, so goodbye, nice talking to you," the boy said as he got back to his horse.
"No!" I shouted. I looked at myself my shorts were really dirty and my shirt, well it wasn't really a shirt anymore. I felt like I was going mad. He looked back.
"You told me to leave you alone."
"Yeah, but I don't want to be here! Take me out of here! I want to go back; I don't want to be here!"
"Fine! Get on the horse," he told me. I walked to the horse.
"Er-,"I was supposed to call him by his name but I realized I didn't know what his name was. He looked at me.
"Edmund."
"Oh, right, uh Edmund, I don't really know how to get on a horse," I said shyly.
"Okay, so do you want to walk?" he asked
"No, I'm kind of tired; help me get on it, pleaaaassee?" I pleaded.
"Since we just met, okay, I will help you up the horse, but do you know how to ride one?"
"I do, but that was only like twice in my entire life," he said as he helped me get on the horse.
"It's okay, that can do, I just won't go that fast then." I was starting to like this boy. He has a British accent and all I would die for boys with a British accent. Stop it, Kristen, you just met. Snap out of it.
"Thank you, Edmund."
"Your welcome er-," now he was cut off.
"Kristen."
"Er - Kristen. That's a nice name," he laughed.
"Yeah, well I think it is."
We rode the forest, but we did it slowly and thank god he did because if he didn't I would already fall off the horse. It was a long ride, and the horse seemed to feel a bit tired from the walking, with two people on its back because I know it usually didn't have two people on it.
"Kristen?" Edmund said.
"Yes?"
"Do you mind if we stop for a while, you know sit on the ground?" he asked. This seemed like a nice place so I agreed. It was the same thing in the dream, I felt comforted.
"No. Not at all, I would gladly do that. My back hurts already."
"Okay then." He got off the horse and helped me down.
"So Kristen, where are you from? I haven't seen those clothes around here."
"Are you kidding me? I mean like, these are clothes from 2011! Where are you from?" And this was the only time I realized he was wearing a tunic.
"2011? I'm kind of from the 1940s."
1940s, you're joking me." This isn't real, no. Meeting a boy with a British accent is not real. And that boy was actually from the 1950s and wearing a tunic. Now that isn't real.
"Kristen?" he interrupted me while thinking.
"1940s, from what place? Country?" I asked
"England."
"England, right sounds legit."
"Sounds what?"
"Uh, nothing. That's just a nice place you know, England."
"It is," he said, but he didn't sound quite convincing at all. I stayed silent.
"Kristen, if you have rested enough, we could go back it's getting dark already, and my siblings might get worried If I go home late."
"I'm okay, we can go back now. I mean, you can go back, I'll be staying here."
"No, go with me, I'm pretty sure Susan and Lucy will be pleased to meet you."
"Fine. Thank you, by the way."
"It's all okay. Don't worry," he smiled at me. "Philip!" he called out.
"Yes, your majesty?" the horse said.
This is wrong a boy from the 1940s, a talking horse, being in the same forest, a royalty? No, this is not true, this isn't true.
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