Chapter Ten. How is it so far? I think that I am quite completed with my
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"Where are we?" I quite irritatedly asked knowing full well that no one had the required temperment to listen to me whine. We had been wandering this forest all night. The sun had risen with a beautiful red glow shimmering through the line of trees that was engulfing us and barracading us from the rest of human existence. What a strange thing it is to wake in a four poster bed wearing a simple yet contemperary inconvienient silk dress in the middle of a unknown forest with two of my friends.
"Getting kinda hungry here."
"Quit whining, dork. I'm starving too here you know?! It isn't every day that a person gets thrown in a forest with out food or water or sane companions to talk to you." That was Michele. She was showing off her lack of people skills again. Not that I blamed her a bit. The mosquitoes were orbitting around her sweaty head. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face and the tip of her nose and the top of her forehead was beginning to redden. The sun was now fully over head. The forest did little to aid us in evading the light of the sun while it was so near to its zenith. The fashionable trench coat with the vampiric ruffles had been relinguished long before, but being some what intelligent as she is known for it had been wrapped around her waist in case the weather took it's inevitable turn to the wretchedly colder side of its spectrum.
My dress was soiled with the filth and grime off the rocks in which we had struggled to climb. My condition was quite similar to Michele's yet the the many layers of the pricker torn dress could not be easily cast off. I had torn out the underlying folds of fabric that had been clinging to my overheated body. Now I looked quite akward yet my need for breeze became suddenly satiated.
Leah who still sported the embarassing Kitty pjs dropped to the forest floor and decided, as we had all been yearning to do, to finally stop. We all fear the thought of not finding civilization before we starved. Who knows how many miles might lie betwix us and such a place. We had seen not hide or hair of a living creature since we arrived in this wretched place. We can not walk forever and if the damn mosquitoes don't happen to tear us apart nor we to each other we might just rest after all.
And we rested. After a while anyway. We were now quite sorry that we had forsaken the soft blankets on the three beds in the clearing ten or more miles back. I was so darn thirsty. What a terrible dream this is. I know I am dreaming. How else would our siguation be explained? We all knew this. Such a odd feeling it is to know that you are dreaming yet to resume doing so regardless of this knowledge. Yet I always seem to be able to sense when I happen to be dreaming. Is that natural? I wonder.
The mediator then came to me. Marius. My wild Roman historian. His blonde hair glowing in the fading light. But not as much as his eyes were glowing. They were absolutley unnatural. As if he were possessed. This stuck such a fear in me. So inhuman yet flesh and blood all the same. I diverted my eyes from the spectacle in which I had derived such consternation. a aura of light had engulfed him yet a moment before but now it had diminished. I felt no longer this stange forboding and then finally looked back at him.
His face was stoic, showing no emotion at all. That was almost as frightning as the glowing itself. "Where am I now? Is this what you had spoken of before we last parted?" I asked trying to regain some dignity lost by my silly cowardice.
"You and your companions are in Middle Earth as you had earlier assumed. And as you have also noticed the creatures of the land are no where to be found. This is bad news for you. The place is stirring. Evil approaches. You must prepare yourself with the only useful tools in your grasp. These are truth, will power, honor, and compassion. Be quick of mind and you shall prevail in the tasks set before you. Love as all deserve. Hate nothing but hate itself. If you set a goal and hold to it nothing shall stop you not even death itself. What happens here effects nothing but you but with that protect what you value or that, you, will inevitably fail." Finally he blinked. That in which he had not seen fit to do during his entire appearance. His voice in which gave the instructions was eerie. It was not the same man as the one who had embroidered the pink hand towels and made use of plastic bowls on silver tea trays. He vanished almost instantaneously. A feat his kind can supposively do. To move quicker than the eye could follow.
Tired as I was I knew that we needed to return to our journey. If what I had been told was true then we were not safe here. Not safe at all.
"Where are we?" I quite irritatedly asked knowing full well that no one had the required temperment to listen to me whine. We had been wandering this forest all night. The sun had risen with a beautiful red glow shimmering through the line of trees that was engulfing us and barracading us from the rest of human existence. What a strange thing it is to wake in a four poster bed wearing a simple yet contemperary inconvienient silk dress in the middle of a unknown forest with two of my friends.
"Getting kinda hungry here."
"Quit whining, dork. I'm starving too here you know?! It isn't every day that a person gets thrown in a forest with out food or water or sane companions to talk to you." That was Michele. She was showing off her lack of people skills again. Not that I blamed her a bit. The mosquitoes were orbitting around her sweaty head. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face and the tip of her nose and the top of her forehead was beginning to redden. The sun was now fully over head. The forest did little to aid us in evading the light of the sun while it was so near to its zenith. The fashionable trench coat with the vampiric ruffles had been relinguished long before, but being some what intelligent as she is known for it had been wrapped around her waist in case the weather took it's inevitable turn to the wretchedly colder side of its spectrum.
My dress was soiled with the filth and grime off the rocks in which we had struggled to climb. My condition was quite similar to Michele's yet the the many layers of the pricker torn dress could not be easily cast off. I had torn out the underlying folds of fabric that had been clinging to my overheated body. Now I looked quite akward yet my need for breeze became suddenly satiated.
Leah who still sported the embarassing Kitty pjs dropped to the forest floor and decided, as we had all been yearning to do, to finally stop. We all fear the thought of not finding civilization before we starved. Who knows how many miles might lie betwix us and such a place. We had seen not hide or hair of a living creature since we arrived in this wretched place. We can not walk forever and if the damn mosquitoes don't happen to tear us apart nor we to each other we might just rest after all.
And we rested. After a while anyway. We were now quite sorry that we had forsaken the soft blankets on the three beds in the clearing ten or more miles back. I was so darn thirsty. What a terrible dream this is. I know I am dreaming. How else would our siguation be explained? We all knew this. Such a odd feeling it is to know that you are dreaming yet to resume doing so regardless of this knowledge. Yet I always seem to be able to sense when I happen to be dreaming. Is that natural? I wonder.
The mediator then came to me. Marius. My wild Roman historian. His blonde hair glowing in the fading light. But not as much as his eyes were glowing. They were absolutley unnatural. As if he were possessed. This stuck such a fear in me. So inhuman yet flesh and blood all the same. I diverted my eyes from the spectacle in which I had derived such consternation. a aura of light had engulfed him yet a moment before but now it had diminished. I felt no longer this stange forboding and then finally looked back at him.
His face was stoic, showing no emotion at all. That was almost as frightning as the glowing itself. "Where am I now? Is this what you had spoken of before we last parted?" I asked trying to regain some dignity lost by my silly cowardice.
"You and your companions are in Middle Earth as you had earlier assumed. And as you have also noticed the creatures of the land are no where to be found. This is bad news for you. The place is stirring. Evil approaches. You must prepare yourself with the only useful tools in your grasp. These are truth, will power, honor, and compassion. Be quick of mind and you shall prevail in the tasks set before you. Love as all deserve. Hate nothing but hate itself. If you set a goal and hold to it nothing shall stop you not even death itself. What happens here effects nothing but you but with that protect what you value or that, you, will inevitably fail." Finally he blinked. That in which he had not seen fit to do during his entire appearance. His voice in which gave the instructions was eerie. It was not the same man as the one who had embroidered the pink hand towels and made use of plastic bowls on silver tea trays. He vanished almost instantaneously. A feat his kind can supposively do. To move quicker than the eye could follow.
Tired as I was I knew that we needed to return to our journey. If what I had been told was true then we were not safe here. Not safe at all.