Chapter 2
We were in a forest, but not the Enchanted Forest at all. Everything in the Enchanted Forest feels and looks alive. But here, look alive, but everything felt dead. I looked around and saw some dragons. But they didn't look the same either. They looked like they would rather eat you than as soon a look at you. I looked in the other direction and saw a little cottage. Maybe someone there could help us. If only I could get there. But I couldn't leave Daystar here by himself like this. I'd have to try and move him. But with my ankle I wouldn't have much of a chance to even get up myself. I had no idea what to do and now that I remembered my ankle, it started to hurt. I felt helpless. I laid my head down on Daystar's chest and started to cry. "Who's there?" a voice demanded. I looked up and there was a woman who looked an awful lot like Morwen, only she had gray hair and was at least a couple inches taller. And she was about 16, my age. "Please, can you help us? My friend is hurt and a wizard transported us here. And my ankle is burned." "Are you a fire-witch?" I nodded. "How does a fire-witch get her ankle burned?" "The wizards but an un-natural fire wall around us and I backed into it." The woman looked and Daystar and then back at me. "I'll help you, if you say you were sent here by wizards." "If you work with them, then don't come any closer!" "I would never! I swear by my best broom stick." "I'm sorry." I looked at Daystar and back at the witch. "It's just that we've been having a lot of trouble with the wizards." The witch nodded understandingly and mumbled something. Suddenly we were in the little cottage that I had seen before. "First I'll do something about him and then for your ankle." I nodded. The witch muttered something else and a cloth appeared on a little table. "You can go sit over there and wash your hands. I'll be right back." I limped over to the chair she pointed to and sat down. The witch pressed on Daystars side with the cloth and muttered something else and she and Daystar disappeared. My hands were covered in blood. I put them in the bowl of water beside the chair and wiped them with a towel next to it. Behind me was an open window. I leaned out of it and threw-up. Then I laid back and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up later, the witch was in the kitchen part of the room. "Oh good, your up." She said when I sat up. I tried to remember what had happened and why I wasn't in Kazul's cave. Then it all hit me and I sat back again. "Don't rush yourself. I did something for your ankle." I realized it didn't hurt as much as it had. "Is he ok?" I asked. "Eat this." She gave me a meat and vegetable pastry and some fudge. "Well is he ok?" She sighed. "Not really. It's a fifty-fifty chance that he'll make it. I think I got there just in time but I may have been too late." My stomach turned. I wasn't hungry any more and I said so. "But you should eat." "I want to see him." "What's you name?" "I'm Shiara and he's Daystar." "I'm Wren. Shiara, I'm not sure what happened, but I know it was bad and that you really care about him. Maybe your presence will help." I stood up as best I could and Wren started walking down the little hall at the other side of the room. I had to use the wall to support myself for part of the way. Wren stopped at a door. "Don't be surprised if he looks bad. And talk to him. It might not help, but it can't hurt." She opened the door and shut it after I walked in. Obviously she knew I'd want to be alone. Next to Daystar's bed was a chair. The sword was wiped clean and propped up on the wall on the other side of the room. There was a window seat on the other side of the bed. I went over to the chair next to the bed and sat down. Even with Wren's warning, I was surprised by what I saw. Daystar looked really pale and the bandage was blood soaked. I didn't know what to say. But suddenly I did when I put my hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Daystar. This is all my fault. If I hadn't have complained and helped you instead, the wizard wouldn't have taken the sword and stabbed you." I started to cry again. "If I hadn't made you come fix the sink, you wouldn't have even been there. I'm so sorry." I laid my head down and cried. Daystar groaned. I looked up and he was starting to wake up. I knew I should go get Wren, but I didn't want to leave. "Daystar, are you ok?" "Yes." He tried to get up, but couldn't and fell back. "No. Where are we?" "We're at a witch named Wren's house, but as to the general area, I have no idea." "What happened?" I started crying again. "Daystar, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. That dumb wizard stabbed you with the sword and then he transported us here and… and… and…" I just couldn't talk any more. I laid my head on him and cried again. I felt his hand on my head. "It's ok It wasn't your fault." That just made me cry more. He was the one that was hurt and he was trying to make me feel better. I should be helping him, not crying. But I just couldn't help it and ended up crying myself to sleep.
We were in a forest, but not the Enchanted Forest at all. Everything in the Enchanted Forest feels and looks alive. But here, look alive, but everything felt dead. I looked around and saw some dragons. But they didn't look the same either. They looked like they would rather eat you than as soon a look at you. I looked in the other direction and saw a little cottage. Maybe someone there could help us. If only I could get there. But I couldn't leave Daystar here by himself like this. I'd have to try and move him. But with my ankle I wouldn't have much of a chance to even get up myself. I had no idea what to do and now that I remembered my ankle, it started to hurt. I felt helpless. I laid my head down on Daystar's chest and started to cry. "Who's there?" a voice demanded. I looked up and there was a woman who looked an awful lot like Morwen, only she had gray hair and was at least a couple inches taller. And she was about 16, my age. "Please, can you help us? My friend is hurt and a wizard transported us here. And my ankle is burned." "Are you a fire-witch?" I nodded. "How does a fire-witch get her ankle burned?" "The wizards but an un-natural fire wall around us and I backed into it." The woman looked and Daystar and then back at me. "I'll help you, if you say you were sent here by wizards." "If you work with them, then don't come any closer!" "I would never! I swear by my best broom stick." "I'm sorry." I looked at Daystar and back at the witch. "It's just that we've been having a lot of trouble with the wizards." The witch nodded understandingly and mumbled something. Suddenly we were in the little cottage that I had seen before. "First I'll do something about him and then for your ankle." I nodded. The witch muttered something else and a cloth appeared on a little table. "You can go sit over there and wash your hands. I'll be right back." I limped over to the chair she pointed to and sat down. The witch pressed on Daystars side with the cloth and muttered something else and she and Daystar disappeared. My hands were covered in blood. I put them in the bowl of water beside the chair and wiped them with a towel next to it. Behind me was an open window. I leaned out of it and threw-up. Then I laid back and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up later, the witch was in the kitchen part of the room. "Oh good, your up." She said when I sat up. I tried to remember what had happened and why I wasn't in Kazul's cave. Then it all hit me and I sat back again. "Don't rush yourself. I did something for your ankle." I realized it didn't hurt as much as it had. "Is he ok?" I asked. "Eat this." She gave me a meat and vegetable pastry and some fudge. "Well is he ok?" She sighed. "Not really. It's a fifty-fifty chance that he'll make it. I think I got there just in time but I may have been too late." My stomach turned. I wasn't hungry any more and I said so. "But you should eat." "I want to see him." "What's you name?" "I'm Shiara and he's Daystar." "I'm Wren. Shiara, I'm not sure what happened, but I know it was bad and that you really care about him. Maybe your presence will help." I stood up as best I could and Wren started walking down the little hall at the other side of the room. I had to use the wall to support myself for part of the way. Wren stopped at a door. "Don't be surprised if he looks bad. And talk to him. It might not help, but it can't hurt." She opened the door and shut it after I walked in. Obviously she knew I'd want to be alone. Next to Daystar's bed was a chair. The sword was wiped clean and propped up on the wall on the other side of the room. There was a window seat on the other side of the bed. I went over to the chair next to the bed and sat down. Even with Wren's warning, I was surprised by what I saw. Daystar looked really pale and the bandage was blood soaked. I didn't know what to say. But suddenly I did when I put my hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Daystar. This is all my fault. If I hadn't have complained and helped you instead, the wizard wouldn't have taken the sword and stabbed you." I started to cry again. "If I hadn't made you come fix the sink, you wouldn't have even been there. I'm so sorry." I laid my head down and cried. Daystar groaned. I looked up and he was starting to wake up. I knew I should go get Wren, but I didn't want to leave. "Daystar, are you ok?" "Yes." He tried to get up, but couldn't and fell back. "No. Where are we?" "We're at a witch named Wren's house, but as to the general area, I have no idea." "What happened?" I started crying again. "Daystar, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. That dumb wizard stabbed you with the sword and then he transported us here and… and… and…" I just couldn't talk any more. I laid my head on him and cried again. I felt his hand on my head. "It's ok It wasn't your fault." That just made me cry more. He was the one that was hurt and he was trying to make me feel better. I should be helping him, not crying. But I just couldn't help it and ended up crying myself to sleep.