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Rachel woke to being bumped around on a horse's back. She was sitting in front of someone who stunk worse than Ben's gym socks. Whats worse, her hands were tied, and she had DIRT UNDER HER FINGERNAILS! Gasp.
This was not good. Rachel looked ahead and saw that Taylor was trying to speak to the one sharing a horse with her. She was speaking very slowly and clearly. Maybe the little brat wasn't useless after all, Rachel thought.
"See, we *fell* into this world."Taylor was saying. This confused Rachel, but Taylor continued."We landed here *accidently* and we are *not* spies. We wouldn't know how to spy, anyway."
Rachel saw Taylor sigh heavily. The man either wasn't listening or wasn't understanding.
"Don't you ever take a bath, you pig?" Rachel asked the guy behind her. He didn't respond. How annoying.
Taylor had been trying to communicate with these people for some time now. They tried to understand, it seemed, but something about her voice confused them. It was frustrating, but she kept trying.
Tay glanced back to check on Rachel a few times. She was still sleeping and *gasp* drool was coming out the side of her mouth. Taylor giggled and faced forward.
After a few hours it was getting dark. The people stopped and let Taylor and Rachel down, but did not untie their hands. Taylor sighed and sat down as they made camp. Rachel sat down as far awa from her as possible.
"This is great.. just great. I have nobody to talk to and I'm getting cold. Oh, and I'm starting to go crazy, I think, because I'm talking to myself."Taylor mumbled. She glanced up and saw that Rachel was watching her.
"Perfect. I'm lost and the only one who understands me is *her*." Sighing heavily, she layed back in the grass looked up at the darkening sky.
Rachel moved away from Taylor and watched as the men moved around the camp, doing a lot of very boring and uninteresting things. It was getting into night now. Rachel wanted to get back now, bu something told her she couldn't. Not yet, at least.
People were settling down. A few men stayed up to keep watch. It was getting very cold, and Rachel couldn't keep herself warm. She crawled on her hands and knees towards Taylor. A few of them mvoed to stop her, but she gave them the menest look she could and they backed down.
Rachel settled beside Taylor, who ignored her presense altogether and layed on her back, gazing up at the nightsky. Rachel layed next to her and looked up as well. She wondered what could be so interesting to look at.
The silence was killing her."What are you staring at, girl?"
She didn't answer for some time."Its Taylor. I'm looking up at the stars.. praying.."
Rachel tilted her head to the side and squinted."Praying to the stars?"
Taylor growled."No, you dimwit. I'm praying to God. When I'm outside.. looking up at the stars.. I feel closer to Him, somehow."
Rachel sighed."Well *sorry.*How as I supposed to know?" But she got quiet. Even Rachel knew she shouldn't say anything at this time.
Taylor broke the silence."Are you really? A witch, I mean."
"Of course not! I said that to scare you, duh."She rolled her eyes.
"Oh. I'm glad you aren't."
They went quiet again.
"Where did you learn those self-defense moves, Tay?" Rachel asked.
"My father taught me before he died."
Both girls gaze dup at the amazingly clear sky.
"My father died too. Overdose on drugs." Rachel said after awhile.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I hated him anyway."
Another silence.
Taylor turned on her side and looked at Rachel for the first time all evening."I used to pray every night when I was younger, that I could fall into Middle-Earth like all those girls did in fanfictions. It never happened, but I always believed it possible."She turned back on her back and sighed."I believed that, if we could be here, that somewhere, up in space, with all those planets, that life could exist somewhere else. That worlds we dream about exist."
"Everybody thinks that, Tay. Most people give up on it, though."
The two sighed again and eventually fell asleep.
Taylor could hear loud sounds and people running everywhere around the camp. She sat up as quickly as she could and nudged Rachel.
People were running everywhere, and then joined a group of men who had assembled at the edge of camp.
Rachel was blinking and trying to rub the sleepout of her eyes."Whats going on?"She asked sleepily.
"I dunno. But we better hide." Tay called, and started crawling. She needed something to break the rope tieing her hands.
Just then, it became obvious what the problem was. Approaching was a group of.. things.. that were all black with armor. Tay let out a small shreik and crawled faster. She and Rachel hid in a bush. Taylor realized it wouldn't provide much protection, but she didn't dare risk going out and finding a new spot.
The battle that took place was such a blur, Taylor didn't even try to remember it. She shut her eyes tightly. Rachel shivered next to her and also closed her eyes.
"Whats happening, Tay?" She whispered.
"Orcs."Was all Taylor could say.
The Orcs were getting closer to their bush.
"I have an idea, Rache. Lean against my back and we'll push against eachother until we're standing, then we run!" Taylor squeaked. They did just that. Got back-to-back and pushed against eachther until they were standing, and then ran as fast as they ever had away from the battle, ducking under blades and dodging dead bodies.
Taylor was moving faster, as she had longer legs and was in the lead in the first place. Rachel was following as fast as she could. As much as she hated Taylor, she had to stay with her. They had to stay together.
Something hit Rachel and she fell to her knees, letting out a scream that could wake the dead. Taylor spun round and her eyes fell on an arrow going through Rachel's shoulder. She gasped and ran back, an arrow narrowly missing her as she helped Rachel up and the two started running again.
After making sure they weren't being followed anymore, Rachel and Taylor in a small clearing and Rachel sat down next to a bush, moaning and crying loudly.
"Shh! Don't be so loud, you big baby. Here.. that arrow will have to come out, you know.." Taylor reached for the arrow, but Rachel crawled backwards, sending dirty looks at Taylor.
"No! You don't know what you're doing.. I don't trust you." Rachel said. But her shoulder was really acheing now, and her eyes watered from the pain. Being stubborn, though, she insisted that she was fine.
"You have to trust me otherwise you'll bleed something terrible." Again, Rachel backed off, and put a foot against Taylor to stop her frm coming closer.
"I'd rather suffer. Now go away!" Rachel bit her lip to hold back the sob that wanted to escape.
"Whatever, princess, but don't come crying to me when you're bleeding to death." Taylor muttered, and settled down in the grass to go to sleep. Rachel cried silently.
Rachel woke to being bumped around on a horse's back. She was sitting in front of someone who stunk worse than Ben's gym socks. Whats worse, her hands were tied, and she had DIRT UNDER HER FINGERNAILS! Gasp.
This was not good. Rachel looked ahead and saw that Taylor was trying to speak to the one sharing a horse with her. She was speaking very slowly and clearly. Maybe the little brat wasn't useless after all, Rachel thought.
"See, we *fell* into this world."Taylor was saying. This confused Rachel, but Taylor continued."We landed here *accidently* and we are *not* spies. We wouldn't know how to spy, anyway."
Rachel saw Taylor sigh heavily. The man either wasn't listening or wasn't understanding.
"Don't you ever take a bath, you pig?" Rachel asked the guy behind her. He didn't respond. How annoying.
Taylor had been trying to communicate with these people for some time now. They tried to understand, it seemed, but something about her voice confused them. It was frustrating, but she kept trying.
Tay glanced back to check on Rachel a few times. She was still sleeping and *gasp* drool was coming out the side of her mouth. Taylor giggled and faced forward.
After a few hours it was getting dark. The people stopped and let Taylor and Rachel down, but did not untie their hands. Taylor sighed and sat down as they made camp. Rachel sat down as far awa from her as possible.
"This is great.. just great. I have nobody to talk to and I'm getting cold. Oh, and I'm starting to go crazy, I think, because I'm talking to myself."Taylor mumbled. She glanced up and saw that Rachel was watching her.
"Perfect. I'm lost and the only one who understands me is *her*." Sighing heavily, she layed back in the grass looked up at the darkening sky.
Rachel moved away from Taylor and watched as the men moved around the camp, doing a lot of very boring and uninteresting things. It was getting into night now. Rachel wanted to get back now, bu something told her she couldn't. Not yet, at least.
People were settling down. A few men stayed up to keep watch. It was getting very cold, and Rachel couldn't keep herself warm. She crawled on her hands and knees towards Taylor. A few of them mvoed to stop her, but she gave them the menest look she could and they backed down.
Rachel settled beside Taylor, who ignored her presense altogether and layed on her back, gazing up at the nightsky. Rachel layed next to her and looked up as well. She wondered what could be so interesting to look at.
The silence was killing her."What are you staring at, girl?"
She didn't answer for some time."Its Taylor. I'm looking up at the stars.. praying.."
Rachel tilted her head to the side and squinted."Praying to the stars?"
Taylor growled."No, you dimwit. I'm praying to God. When I'm outside.. looking up at the stars.. I feel closer to Him, somehow."
Rachel sighed."Well *sorry.*How as I supposed to know?" But she got quiet. Even Rachel knew she shouldn't say anything at this time.
Taylor broke the silence."Are you really? A witch, I mean."
"Of course not! I said that to scare you, duh."She rolled her eyes.
"Oh. I'm glad you aren't."
They went quiet again.
"Where did you learn those self-defense moves, Tay?" Rachel asked.
"My father taught me before he died."
Both girls gaze dup at the amazingly clear sky.
"My father died too. Overdose on drugs." Rachel said after awhile.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I hated him anyway."
Another silence.
Taylor turned on her side and looked at Rachel for the first time all evening."I used to pray every night when I was younger, that I could fall into Middle-Earth like all those girls did in fanfictions. It never happened, but I always believed it possible."She turned back on her back and sighed."I believed that, if we could be here, that somewhere, up in space, with all those planets, that life could exist somewhere else. That worlds we dream about exist."
"Everybody thinks that, Tay. Most people give up on it, though."
The two sighed again and eventually fell asleep.
Taylor could hear loud sounds and people running everywhere around the camp. She sat up as quickly as she could and nudged Rachel.
People were running everywhere, and then joined a group of men who had assembled at the edge of camp.
Rachel was blinking and trying to rub the sleepout of her eyes."Whats going on?"She asked sleepily.
"I dunno. But we better hide." Tay called, and started crawling. She needed something to break the rope tieing her hands.
Just then, it became obvious what the problem was. Approaching was a group of.. things.. that were all black with armor. Tay let out a small shreik and crawled faster. She and Rachel hid in a bush. Taylor realized it wouldn't provide much protection, but she didn't dare risk going out and finding a new spot.
The battle that took place was such a blur, Taylor didn't even try to remember it. She shut her eyes tightly. Rachel shivered next to her and also closed her eyes.
"Whats happening, Tay?" She whispered.
"Orcs."Was all Taylor could say.
The Orcs were getting closer to their bush.
"I have an idea, Rache. Lean against my back and we'll push against eachother until we're standing, then we run!" Taylor squeaked. They did just that. Got back-to-back and pushed against eachther until they were standing, and then ran as fast as they ever had away from the battle, ducking under blades and dodging dead bodies.
Taylor was moving faster, as she had longer legs and was in the lead in the first place. Rachel was following as fast as she could. As much as she hated Taylor, she had to stay with her. They had to stay together.
Something hit Rachel and she fell to her knees, letting out a scream that could wake the dead. Taylor spun round and her eyes fell on an arrow going through Rachel's shoulder. She gasped and ran back, an arrow narrowly missing her as she helped Rachel up and the two started running again.
After making sure they weren't being followed anymore, Rachel and Taylor in a small clearing and Rachel sat down next to a bush, moaning and crying loudly.
"Shh! Don't be so loud, you big baby. Here.. that arrow will have to come out, you know.." Taylor reached for the arrow, but Rachel crawled backwards, sending dirty looks at Taylor.
"No! You don't know what you're doing.. I don't trust you." Rachel said. But her shoulder was really acheing now, and her eyes watered from the pain. Being stubborn, though, she insisted that she was fine.
"You have to trust me otherwise you'll bleed something terrible." Again, Rachel backed off, and put a foot against Taylor to stop her frm coming closer.
"I'd rather suffer. Now go away!" Rachel bit her lip to hold back the sob that wanted to escape.
"Whatever, princess, but don't come crying to me when you're bleeding to death." Taylor muttered, and settled down in the grass to go to sleep. Rachel cried silently.