Krysta yawned, and quickly remembered where she was. In the middle of
nowhere. With only the few items in her backpack. She got up and dusted
herself off, then she set off for the strange place in the distance, with
hopes someone there could help her. If there was anyone there.
Pegasus made his way down the hall to his special room. No-one, no-one except himself was allowed in here. His portraits of Cecelia were in here. He sighed, and wondered what she'd be doing now, had she been alive. She'd probably coax him into going for a long walk with a picnic lunch, like the one time so many years ago. He shook his head. Wishing for the past wouldn't bring it back. Then he looked out the window and saw the beautiful day. He sighed. Cecelia wouldn't want him in on a day like this. He took one last gaze at the largest of the portraits, and decided he would set out on a walk in his private garden. Maybe that would clear his thoughts.
Krysta walked and walked, but it seemed that strange place in the distance stayed where it was. Furthermore, it looked farther away. The sound of a breaking branch startled her, and she turned around. Behind her, and the owner of the sound, was the ugliest being she'd ever seen. "Uh." She managaed. "What do you want?" The thing just grunted. It didn't look happy. Then a horrified thought hit Krysta. What if he was after her Eye? Suddenly the thing lunged for her, and Krysta had just enough time to dodge. "What do you want?" she screamed. "If there's something you want I'm sure we could work something out!" The thing took another lunge for her and knocked her into a tree, winding her out. 'This guy's good.' Krysta thought to herself. Krysta suddenly got an idea and grabbed her pocket knife from her pocket. She threw it at the thing's head, but it barely left a mark. The monster ran for the knife and picked it up. He threw it at Krysta's chest, and it hit. She screamed, then attacked the thing with a new determination. No-one did that to her without payback. She had soon tired the thing off and sent it howling. She tried at the knife, but it was wedged in. She sprinted off for the place, hoping she'd reach it in time to stay alive.
Maximillion leaned over to smell a rose in his garden. Roses had always been Cecelia's favorite, that's why he had so many. This garden had every kind of flowering plant known to man in it. A rustling in the outer bush walls of his garden caught his attention. A teen girl busted through them. Whatever had happened with her, and however that knife had gotten stuck where it had, it wasn't good, and she wouldn't survive long. "Can you help me?" She fell over backwards on the ground, completely blacked out. Maximillion ran over. She was barely breathing.
Pegasus made his way down the hall to his special room. No-one, no-one except himself was allowed in here. His portraits of Cecelia were in here. He sighed, and wondered what she'd be doing now, had she been alive. She'd probably coax him into going for a long walk with a picnic lunch, like the one time so many years ago. He shook his head. Wishing for the past wouldn't bring it back. Then he looked out the window and saw the beautiful day. He sighed. Cecelia wouldn't want him in on a day like this. He took one last gaze at the largest of the portraits, and decided he would set out on a walk in his private garden. Maybe that would clear his thoughts.
Krysta walked and walked, but it seemed that strange place in the distance stayed where it was. Furthermore, it looked farther away. The sound of a breaking branch startled her, and she turned around. Behind her, and the owner of the sound, was the ugliest being she'd ever seen. "Uh." She managaed. "What do you want?" The thing just grunted. It didn't look happy. Then a horrified thought hit Krysta. What if he was after her Eye? Suddenly the thing lunged for her, and Krysta had just enough time to dodge. "What do you want?" she screamed. "If there's something you want I'm sure we could work something out!" The thing took another lunge for her and knocked her into a tree, winding her out. 'This guy's good.' Krysta thought to herself. Krysta suddenly got an idea and grabbed her pocket knife from her pocket. She threw it at the thing's head, but it barely left a mark. The monster ran for the knife and picked it up. He threw it at Krysta's chest, and it hit. She screamed, then attacked the thing with a new determination. No-one did that to her without payback. She had soon tired the thing off and sent it howling. She tried at the knife, but it was wedged in. She sprinted off for the place, hoping she'd reach it in time to stay alive.
Maximillion leaned over to smell a rose in his garden. Roses had always been Cecelia's favorite, that's why he had so many. This garden had every kind of flowering plant known to man in it. A rustling in the outer bush walls of his garden caught his attention. A teen girl busted through them. Whatever had happened with her, and however that knife had gotten stuck where it had, it wasn't good, and she wouldn't survive long. "Can you help me?" She fell over backwards on the ground, completely blacked out. Maximillion ran over. She was barely breathing.