Chapter Two - Stranger In The Forest
He had travelled many miles, trying to keep himself unknown. He was weary and tired and dreadfully cold as he sat down on a pile of leaves, sheltered from the harsh weather by a large and very old oak tree. He desperately needed to find Luca if he was to find out about himself, his parents and his past. He decided to stay in this spot for a few hours to get himself ready for his visit to the world's capital. Under the noise of the billowing brook and the downpour from the heavens, he could feel the weight of his long journey falling onto his eyelids. Hours passed, when suddenly he awoke. He could hear voices, which startled him, as when he fell asleep he almost certainly thought he was alone.
"Could it be?"
"No it can't - it's impossible - legend has it that he died over 10 fold years ago - fighting to save his people."
He could barely make out two figures turned away from him - he couldn't make them out properly due to him just being stirred from a most blissful sleep and his eyesight was still blurry, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning. The figures were crouched over what was left of a fire, whispering to each other. He thought nothing of it - they couldn't be whispering about him could they now? Suddenly he sat up and started to speak.
"Where am I?"
They just jumped in their present positions, unaware that the stranger nearby had awoken. They quickly, yet quietly swivelled round to face him. They just stared, as if the mans' face was invisible or that they had just seen a ghost.
"It's him - he's here!"
The two in question turned out to be humans, both dressed in blue and white. The stranger suddenly became aware of the situation and suddenly became very embarrassed - they were talking about him! Why?
"Were you talking about me? I think you have me mistaken me for someone else."
He looked around wearily, trying to find someone in the large expanse of the forest opening. To no avail, no one was there - only he and the two strangers.
He had travelled many miles, trying to keep himself unknown. He was weary and tired and dreadfully cold as he sat down on a pile of leaves, sheltered from the harsh weather by a large and very old oak tree. He desperately needed to find Luca if he was to find out about himself, his parents and his past. He decided to stay in this spot for a few hours to get himself ready for his visit to the world's capital. Under the noise of the billowing brook and the downpour from the heavens, he could feel the weight of his long journey falling onto his eyelids. Hours passed, when suddenly he awoke. He could hear voices, which startled him, as when he fell asleep he almost certainly thought he was alone.
"Could it be?"
"No it can't - it's impossible - legend has it that he died over 10 fold years ago - fighting to save his people."
He could barely make out two figures turned away from him - he couldn't make them out properly due to him just being stirred from a most blissful sleep and his eyesight was still blurry, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning. The figures were crouched over what was left of a fire, whispering to each other. He thought nothing of it - they couldn't be whispering about him could they now? Suddenly he sat up and started to speak.
"Where am I?"
They just jumped in their present positions, unaware that the stranger nearby had awoken. They quickly, yet quietly swivelled round to face him. They just stared, as if the mans' face was invisible or that they had just seen a ghost.
"It's him - he's here!"
The two in question turned out to be humans, both dressed in blue and white. The stranger suddenly became aware of the situation and suddenly became very embarrassed - they were talking about him! Why?
"Were you talking about me? I think you have me mistaken me for someone else."
He looked around wearily, trying to find someone in the large expanse of the forest opening. To no avail, no one was there - only he and the two strangers.