First I must tell you that the book I am writing in is my note book. It's not a journal or a diary as some might think. I call it my note book because every day I'm here seems so unreal. So when I wake up and before I go to bed, I read it just to reassure myself that I'm not crazy. But you can call it whatever, I guess, if you want. I guess you can't annoy me if I never meet you (that is, ifeven reads this), right? If you are reading this, hello, my name is Gwenevier Collins (Gwen, please). Nowwe've had a proper introduction.
Mistress Copper gave this book to me. She said that, since I was so confused with what was going on, I might as well write it down. To try and make sense of it, you know? Well, I guess I should start from the very beginning. Where did it start? ...that's it! It starts like this:
Blackness. And then...first feeling. A throbbing sensation filled my head. A thin layer of dewdrops covered the exposed partsmy body. Then sight. A mass of blurry browns, greens, and blues were shadows that filled my eyes as I moved my head around. The aroma of pine, grass and a variety of flowers filled my nose. For a few minutes I lie quietly in a daises and confused state.
As I sat up, a groan escaped my lips. Where was I? My vision cleared and I could see I was lying in a meadow surrounded by foot high elephant grass and wild flowers. I sat for a few minutes admiring the clarity of the crystal clear blue sky just as the sun had left his bed in the mountains. The sweet, soothing smells of the wet grass and wild flowers, and the feeling of the damp dew on my face as the air sent out a warm breeze which seemed to caress my face was preasant. But the moment slid away as I saw a movement out ofthe corner of my eye. I glanced to my left. Nothing. To my right. Nothing.
A sudden fear struck me. I immediately threw myself back under the grass, hitting my head on a rock in the ground, filling my head with pain again. Thoughts crossed my mind to quickly for me to answer. Where was I? How did I get here? Where I lived, there would never be grassy meadows with wild flowers. The sky would never be so blue nor the trees so high. I live in Southern California. Los Angeles practically. That was a hot desert, not what I viewed before me.
I sat there for a few moments ever so quiet, thinking of the last place I had been. Where? The thought again. Where was I before this? I wish I had a clue. Just one clue to hel—As I tried to wipe the dew off my forehead with my sleeve, the clue I was looking for came instantly. One look at my clothes and I knew.
I was wearing a white and black Fox motor cross jersey with matching race pants. My light brown hair, which usually fell to the bottom of my brest and was tied back with an elastic black hear band into a ponytail. I had been with my stepfather and a few of his friends, dirt bike riding in the desert. But, right then, my concentration broke when I heard footsteps near by followed with an almost alien sound that seemed to almost form words. Almost, but not quite.
A blue blur towered above me. The sun seemed to come up behind the...(person?) which was now infront of me. (Angel?) I was dead, that was the only answer i could think of at the time; I was riding, fell, hit my head and was now dead. I focused first at the closest thing to my face. They were navy blue slippers just peaking out of a light blue dress. The blur knelt down to reveal a middle-aged woman with long strait brown hair. I saw no wings. What's going on? I thought with a mental groan. I looked closer at the hair to see a few streaks of gray, but not many. Focusing closer on the face, I saw a beautiful face with full red lips and hazel green eyes that accented the rest of her face.
A wave of relief passed over me. It had been the woman's eyes that sent the wave. I sensed no harm in the woman but had been taught that no one can be trusted where I lived. Not even angels. I sat up, pushing myself backwards a little to try and put some distance between myself and the woman, forgetting about the pain in my head and the rest of my body. My arms locked behind me, enabling me to move anymore. Then I tried to speak but all that happened was untranslatable noises that fell from my lips like baby babble.
"Gods child, don't be so afraid. I'm no rouge out for your money or clothing." The woman's voice seemed sweet in a motherly kind of way. "You're a girl no doubt about it, your chest tells me that, but, tell me girl why are you in a man's breeches?"
I cleared my throat several times ignoring her question before I could get out understandable words. "Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here? Why Am I he-"
She chuckled. "Hush child, I can only answer one question at a time.Lets see... I am Eleni Cooper. You're in a secret, or what was a secret meadow that only the closest to me knew about."
I cut her off, "Your name in Eleni Cooper?" I looked around themeadow. "Is this the city of Corus?" I said, half in surprised, half in disbelief. I looked at the woman again, then around me again. "This can't be Corus. I must be dreaming." I said with every bit of confidence.
As I turned my head, Elenni noticed a large purple and blue bump on my face then blurted, "Dear gods, look at that bump on your head. I have just the thing at home to fix you up, but we're going to have to go to my house to get it. It's something I just mixed together and I haven't been able to try it on anyone. I'm sure it can't hurt you. Will you come with me. Then we'll have a little bit of tea if you like." The pain ran through me again like a hammer on stone and I felt like I would do anything at that moment to get the pain away.
"How far do we have to walk?"