Chapter 2:Setting Out on Morning's Light
Shooting out of bed, eyes wide with sweat pouring down the sides of her face, her pale green eyes were large in fright and she brought her hand to her face to wipe herself down while she placed her other over her heart, gripping it tightly. Breathing heavily, and shaking she laid herself back down to calm herself. She stared at the ceiling still in fright of her deep and gruesome nightmare.
Sunlight poured into her room, exposing the bright blue wallpaper she had recently put up the night before in hopes that it might save her from another nightmare.
"Ahh. it didn't work." she whispered to herself as she fought to not close her eyes again. She sighed aloud as she slapped her hand onto her forehead, slid it down past her neck and rested it upon her chest in exhaustion. Her eyes were slitted, trying to hide them from the deepening bright sun that glittered through the thin glass doors next to her. She gently rolled her head to the side to glance out into her backyard to discover it was as she left it the night before. Taking in a deep breath, she carefully slipped her hands to her sides and pulled herself up into a sitting stance to get a better view. Pulling her left hand delicately to her face to hide it from the sun, she looked out across her yard into the neighbors, noticing that the back doors were both slide wide open.
She plopped back into her soften warm pillow, staring up at her ceiling again in dizziness from her sudden upraise. Her face was red, showing how the blood must of rush to her head when she was asleep. It was the middle of July and no one around seemed to work very hard anymore, it was all computers and space now. The town was practically empty except for their one main attraction, the sturdy old rocket that had been lying there, tilted for what seemed over a decade. Moss and vines grew along its bronze sides, while rust ate away at its once brilliant shiny metal. Dust covered their once great green trails that ran from the city and into the fields that lead to the mountains. The wind was silent, hardly blowing if anything at all, reassuring her thoughts of a blistering day.
It was just a couple weeks after she had moved into her new home that she had beginning having these dreams, no nightmares and they were only getting worse everyday. She had high hopes that this home would take all her fears of the planet from her mind, but for some reason, everything was getting worse. Silently, she pushed herself up again and slipped herself off the right side of her bed, wobbling slightly from her last night's uneasy sleep. It had been years since she last saw any newcomers inside the town in just a tour or an adventure, and even though it was a boring life, she was just glad that the people of that town had instantly accepted her when they first found her lying outside their homes, unconscious and stabbed through her stomach.
Quickly, she undressed and pulled on a pair of blue jean shorts, and bright rose pink short-sleeved blouse. Slipping her shoes on, she started out the front door of her home and headed out into the town. The familiar towns people turned and smiled at her, admiring her beauty and kindness as she smiled back brightly, her long chocolate brown hair braided flowing behind her tied with a neat pink bow that matched her shirt. The young woman walked slowly up the path towards the edge of the town, where no one dared to venture because of the treacheries the mountains bared. Just looking at the top of their peaks sent chills down her spine, knowing that she must have either come from there or..
She turned towards the other side of the town where you could faintly see the nearby ocean that softly touched against the shore, spreading light foam over it from the ice continent that remained over the side. Shaking her head from the thought of being washed ashore, she turned back to the mountains looking deeply at them and took in a deep breath.
"I'm going to up there today." she whispered to herself and started to take a foot out in front of her.
"Feline!" a young man cried as he ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders, turning her instantly towards him.
"What is it Jack?" she asked, her brilliant green eyes looking confusingly up at him in concern. "Uhh, well. you can't leave the town!" He cried, letting go of her as well as his gaze as he swung his head over to his shoulder with his arms falling back behind him.
Jack and her never really got along, ever since they met. He always told the people that she was nothing more then a troublemaker that would only cause them harm if they brought her in, but never the less, he still looked out for her as an older brother would.
"Why, Jack, what ever gave you that idea?" she asked sarcastically rolling her eyes and swinging her own hands back behind her, holding them together playfully.
"Don't start that shit with me! You're not leaving the town!"
"Whatever, I'm tired of being stuck here, I'm going to find out where I came from and that's that!" she screamed and swiftly turned, her hair whipping him in the face.
Jack recoiled at her swift but gentle attack and charged up after her, grabbing her arm and holding to it furiously.
"You're not going!"
Feline turned around, whipping out a glowing ball, no bigger then a jumbo marble. It swirled with a silverish tint that intermixed with a pale green liquid inside softly.
"Don't mess, Jack or you're going to have chip yourself out of an ice block.." she warned, and a smile crossed her lips when she realized she had achieved what she wanted.
Slowly, he released her and took in a deep breath turning to the town slowly and then back to her.
"Well, if you go, I have to go.." he replied sadly as he shoved his hands, without trouble, into his jean's pockets.
"You don't HAVE to do anything. that's your own choice," she whispered as she turned around and started towards the mountains, steady in pace.
"NO! You can't leave me with this burden! If you leave, and they know I let you, they'll all go after me!" he cried out, pleading towards her.
Smiling, Feline turned and responded, "Watch me.."
"No! AH! Come back! Agh. this isn't fair." he whispered as he charged after her trying to keep up with her.
"And what happens when you do find out where you came from? What then?"
"Well, I don't know really,"
"See! You can't leave unless you think this through!"
"But I don't really care either, my main concern is, I want to know where I came from, why I was wounded, where I went, and I want to meet the people I knew then."
"But what if they're not the right kind of people, like evil or something?!"
The two seemed to argue the whole way towards the base of the mountain but unknown to them, an older man, entering his mid-forties, was eyeing them carefully. A small chuckle escaped his lips as a smiled took over his expression. Dressed in ragged jeans, a dusty white shirt and topped with a blue jean jacket, the old man seemed to enjoy what he saw quite thoroughly. His rugged short blonde hair was massed downwards, as if with gel and a headband like pair of goggles were wrapped around his forehead, as if he were a pilot.
"Aeris Gainsborough has come back to us.."
Shooting out of bed, eyes wide with sweat pouring down the sides of her face, her pale green eyes were large in fright and she brought her hand to her face to wipe herself down while she placed her other over her heart, gripping it tightly. Breathing heavily, and shaking she laid herself back down to calm herself. She stared at the ceiling still in fright of her deep and gruesome nightmare.
Sunlight poured into her room, exposing the bright blue wallpaper she had recently put up the night before in hopes that it might save her from another nightmare.
"Ahh. it didn't work." she whispered to herself as she fought to not close her eyes again. She sighed aloud as she slapped her hand onto her forehead, slid it down past her neck and rested it upon her chest in exhaustion. Her eyes were slitted, trying to hide them from the deepening bright sun that glittered through the thin glass doors next to her. She gently rolled her head to the side to glance out into her backyard to discover it was as she left it the night before. Taking in a deep breath, she carefully slipped her hands to her sides and pulled herself up into a sitting stance to get a better view. Pulling her left hand delicately to her face to hide it from the sun, she looked out across her yard into the neighbors, noticing that the back doors were both slide wide open.
She plopped back into her soften warm pillow, staring up at her ceiling again in dizziness from her sudden upraise. Her face was red, showing how the blood must of rush to her head when she was asleep. It was the middle of July and no one around seemed to work very hard anymore, it was all computers and space now. The town was practically empty except for their one main attraction, the sturdy old rocket that had been lying there, tilted for what seemed over a decade. Moss and vines grew along its bronze sides, while rust ate away at its once brilliant shiny metal. Dust covered their once great green trails that ran from the city and into the fields that lead to the mountains. The wind was silent, hardly blowing if anything at all, reassuring her thoughts of a blistering day.
It was just a couple weeks after she had moved into her new home that she had beginning having these dreams, no nightmares and they were only getting worse everyday. She had high hopes that this home would take all her fears of the planet from her mind, but for some reason, everything was getting worse. Silently, she pushed herself up again and slipped herself off the right side of her bed, wobbling slightly from her last night's uneasy sleep. It had been years since she last saw any newcomers inside the town in just a tour or an adventure, and even though it was a boring life, she was just glad that the people of that town had instantly accepted her when they first found her lying outside their homes, unconscious and stabbed through her stomach.
Quickly, she undressed and pulled on a pair of blue jean shorts, and bright rose pink short-sleeved blouse. Slipping her shoes on, she started out the front door of her home and headed out into the town. The familiar towns people turned and smiled at her, admiring her beauty and kindness as she smiled back brightly, her long chocolate brown hair braided flowing behind her tied with a neat pink bow that matched her shirt. The young woman walked slowly up the path towards the edge of the town, where no one dared to venture because of the treacheries the mountains bared. Just looking at the top of their peaks sent chills down her spine, knowing that she must have either come from there or..
She turned towards the other side of the town where you could faintly see the nearby ocean that softly touched against the shore, spreading light foam over it from the ice continent that remained over the side. Shaking her head from the thought of being washed ashore, she turned back to the mountains looking deeply at them and took in a deep breath.
"I'm going to up there today." she whispered to herself and started to take a foot out in front of her.
"Feline!" a young man cried as he ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders, turning her instantly towards him.
"What is it Jack?" she asked, her brilliant green eyes looking confusingly up at him in concern. "Uhh, well. you can't leave the town!" He cried, letting go of her as well as his gaze as he swung his head over to his shoulder with his arms falling back behind him.
Jack and her never really got along, ever since they met. He always told the people that she was nothing more then a troublemaker that would only cause them harm if they brought her in, but never the less, he still looked out for her as an older brother would.
"Why, Jack, what ever gave you that idea?" she asked sarcastically rolling her eyes and swinging her own hands back behind her, holding them together playfully.
"Don't start that shit with me! You're not leaving the town!"
"Whatever, I'm tired of being stuck here, I'm going to find out where I came from and that's that!" she screamed and swiftly turned, her hair whipping him in the face.
Jack recoiled at her swift but gentle attack and charged up after her, grabbing her arm and holding to it furiously.
"You're not going!"
Feline turned around, whipping out a glowing ball, no bigger then a jumbo marble. It swirled with a silverish tint that intermixed with a pale green liquid inside softly.
"Don't mess, Jack or you're going to have chip yourself out of an ice block.." she warned, and a smile crossed her lips when she realized she had achieved what she wanted.
Slowly, he released her and took in a deep breath turning to the town slowly and then back to her.
"Well, if you go, I have to go.." he replied sadly as he shoved his hands, without trouble, into his jean's pockets.
"You don't HAVE to do anything. that's your own choice," she whispered as she turned around and started towards the mountains, steady in pace.
"NO! You can't leave me with this burden! If you leave, and they know I let you, they'll all go after me!" he cried out, pleading towards her.
Smiling, Feline turned and responded, "Watch me.."
"No! AH! Come back! Agh. this isn't fair." he whispered as he charged after her trying to keep up with her.
"And what happens when you do find out where you came from? What then?"
"Well, I don't know really,"
"See! You can't leave unless you think this through!"
"But I don't really care either, my main concern is, I want to know where I came from, why I was wounded, where I went, and I want to meet the people I knew then."
"But what if they're not the right kind of people, like evil or something?!"
The two seemed to argue the whole way towards the base of the mountain but unknown to them, an older man, entering his mid-forties, was eyeing them carefully. A small chuckle escaped his lips as a smiled took over his expression. Dressed in ragged jeans, a dusty white shirt and topped with a blue jean jacket, the old man seemed to enjoy what he saw quite thoroughly. His rugged short blonde hair was massed downwards, as if with gel and a headband like pair of goggles were wrapped around his forehead, as if he were a pilot.
"Aeris Gainsborough has come back to us.."