Chapter 25--Deep Jungle
A thick, warm breeze was the first thing Siria felt as the blinding light dissapeared, replaced with lots and lots of old (possibly rotting) wood. Slightly surprised at the incredible diffrence, she glanced around, taking in her surrondings. Lots. And Lots. Of wood. Vines poked out here and there, and the room was littered with broken items, giving the whole area an old, abondened feeling. Speaking of abondened...
"Kelia?" Siria called out, not seeing a single trace of her less-then-normal friend. She frowned to herself as she paused, attempting to remember what had happened. Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped into her memory of the past 10 minutes. Silence filled the room-- almost silence, that is, save for the quiet sounds of bare feet hitting the wooden floor. Every now and then, a shadow would be cast on a wall, revealing a hunched-over figure, who would dart away just as quickley as they'd stopped. Siria, who had become aware of the shadows and sounds, paused, frozen where she stood. If it's a Heartless, I'm sure I can take it..but it does seem big... She thought, slightly nervous at the thought of having to defend herself once more, with no one to help.
The sounds grew closer..and closer...Until Siria, who was looking everywhere but behind her, felt something touch her shoulder. She let out a shout as she whirled around, falling onto her butt as she found herself face-to-face with a stranger. The horrofied teen stared into the tanned face of a grown man, who was peering at her as if she were insane. He titled his head to the side, confused at her actions. Silence took over the area once more as the two stared at eachother.
"...Y-You shoulden't sneak up on people like that! Hasn't anyone told you that it's rude!?" Siria snapped, her fear converting into anger. "Sneak? Rude?" The man questioned, frowning. "Rude! Rude!" He exclaimed suddenly, mocking Siria's tone of voice. The brunette scowled as she stood up, brushing off her clothes. "Very funny." She muttered. "Funny?" The man let out a series of questioning grunts, watching Siria closely. "So..can you tell me where I am?" She asked, attempting to be friendly.
"This place, danger. No, alone." He replied, shaking his head. "Well...listen, I came here with a friend, but I can't find her anywhere." Realizing that the man wasn't exactly willing to stand up straight, Siria bent down. "She has black hair, and eyes close to the same color as mine..and these two really weird ears sticking out of the top of her head..and a tail!" She explained, even going so far as to show him what she was mentioning.
"Like..like a dog..or maybe a wolf!" Once she was finished, a wide smile corssed her face, quite proud of her explanation. "Friend, wolf?"
"Well, yeah. Her name's Kelia."
"Kelia, friend. Somewhere, here." The man grunted, nodding his head. "Oookay..so, you've seen her? You know where she is?" Seeing her companion nod his head, Siria's smile grew. "Great! Can you take me to her?"
"Tarzan, see Kelia. Go, to her." 'Tarzan' replied simply. "Tarzan, take Sora." Siria's smile faultered as she tilted her head to the side. "Sora?" She watched as Tarzan nodded in her direction, shaking her head at his response. "No, I'm not Sora. My name's Siria." "Tarzan, take Siria?" "Right! Tarzan, take Siria, see Kelia!"
At this exclamation, Tarzan nodded his head, turning around and exiting the room, Siria following after him.