Worlds Apart
"See!" Max yells. "I knew he'd run off!"
Max runs off into the forest suddenly, and Ash tries to go after him, but Brock pulls her back. Ash stares at Brock, visibly confused, but he can see how serious Brock's expression is. Ash looks back down the clear path Drew was thundering down, and back at Brock.
"You notice it too, don't you?" Brock asks.
"Notice what?" Ash frowns, confused.
"Don't you think its weird Ash?" Brock asks, deep in thought. "His trail is so clear, until he gets here. Then it just disappears."
"You have a point, but where could he have gone? There's no town or city anywhere close by," Ash replies.
"We'll think about it later, we'd better find Max before he goes too far," Brock says.
"Good idea…" Ash murmurs, distantly.
Drew lurches upright suddenly. He chokes and coughs out a lot of water. When he catches his breath, he lies back down. Instead of feeling refreshed after waking up, he feels even more exhausted than before. All around him, there's a constant dripping. The ground he's lying on feels damp, and if he stretches out his hand, he touches a puddle.
"Where am I?" Drew asks, incredulous.
Home
He jerks upright and stares at the small figure of Mystery. She's kneeling, but she's keeping her distance. As usual, her head is low, but her hair is pulled back from her face by a silver headdress. She extends her hand to him, but it's covered by an incredibly long sleeve. That's when he realises that she's changed clothes.
"Where did you get that?" he asks, inching over to her.
Mystery pulls her hands onto her lap and clasps them. Drew barely manages to catch a glimpse of a small, malicious smile on her face. Instantly, he freezes. The memory from when he was out late at night looking for her, and that white creature came upon him resounds in his mind. He stares at her, desperately hoping it isn't her, but the smile is gone now.
She's sitting so still that he thinks she looks like a girl from the feudal era. Someone higher up who was taught etiquette, and to be demure and docile. However, an underlying current of darkness is clear. She isn't even bothering to try and hide it by being so mysterious anymore.
Drew leaps to his feet. His guard is up, and he's on high alert for something, anything. Mystery has gotten up too. He can't see her eyes, but he feels them boring into his soul. She raises her arm, and signals for him to go to his left. He shudders. As evil as she seems, she's still being polite and well-mannered. He almost wishes she would shout and scream at him, like all the big bad guys in the movies do.
He goes where she told him to, and quickly finds himself in a tunnel. A damp tunnel that drips more than where he was before. The water here is almost up to his knees. Drew daren't look back, but he knows that Mystery would be almost submerged in that level of water.
Eventually, light appears before him. In front of him, there's another chamber. He comes to a halt, noticing Mystery crouching beside May. She glances at Drew through her forest of hair, and Mystery retreats slowly. Drew rushes over to May, and nudges her, but she doesn't respond. He glares over at where Mystery retreated to, but she isn't there.
A loud thump draws his attention to the other side of the room. Mystery pulls on another loose rock, and a small gap appears at the top. He stares at Mystery, and wonders, for the thousandth time since meeting her;
Just whose side are you on?
Author's Note: Hi, I'm sorry this is late. I started a Snow Walker story. As far as I know, no one has read it yet. It's not the most popular category. It only has about seven stories, which is a real shame…
Oh well, as for now, well, things should get a little bit confusing. Don't worry though, we're speeding to the end, it will all be clear then. After that. There's going to be a sequel. Stick around for that if you want.