Okay, here is Chapter 2. The story will now mainly be in Emma's POV. And as always, please read and review! thanks!
Chapter 2
'Wow I am really hungry,' I thought to myself.
I had just left the store in search for some food, and was now wandering the streets of Paris. I had no clue where I was going; all I knew was that I desperately wanted something to eat. I passed many people in the streets, and they all stared at me as I walked by. I wanted to ask for food, but my parents taught me to never talk to strangers. Pity. After walking a few blocks, I came upon this spectacular building. It was gold with giant columns lining the front. Its beauty drew me to it, like it was a magnet, and I was just a little piece of metal.
I got to the huge steps, and began my upwards climb on them. There must have been at least a hundred of those dreadful steps, for it took me the longest time to complete them. Finally, I had reached my destination, and began my journey into the unknown; which was a very exciting thought, since I was a child of curiosity.
On the inside, the building was not quite as wonderful as I had hoped. There were cobwebs and dust all over the place; I had never seen anything like it! Around every corner, there were a million new passageways, and all I wanted to get to was some food. Not knowing where to go, I just took the nearest corroder. This particular one was extremely long, and so I picked up my right foot and began to progress. The hallway was filled with candelabras on the sides of the walls, I wondered why this place needed so much light. But the thought quickly left my mind when I came upon a room that was unlike all the others I had seen. It was decorated with maroon velvet, and was outlined in gold. In the center of the room, was a giant mirror. I advanced towards it and traced the engraved gold with my tiny fingers. My hand stopped as I felt a little crack in the left side. I began to push on the crack with all my might, and to my amazement, the whole mirror began to slide open. My eyes bulged at the sight that lay before them: a dark, cobweb ridden corroder, with more candles.
I quickly plugged my nose, for the smell was absolutely horrid. It smelled of must and water. I cautiously stepped into the hallway, but drew back my foot when it hit water. I looked down, and there were puddles all over the place. This time when I stepped into the hallway, I took a giant leap over the first puddle, but didn't; land quite as well as I had hoped. When my feet hit the ground, they immediately slipped, and I thudded to the ground. There was a loud thud, and then the pain slipped in. My eyes began to fill up with tears, and soon I was crying. The sounds of my tears spread throughout the whole hallway, and I'm sure that they even surpassed it as well.
All of a sudden, I hear this whooshing sound, and then there is a pair of black shoes before me. I began to look up, and discovered that it was a very tall man, with a white mask over one side of his face. Never seeing anything like it before, I began to cry more. My butt hurt, and there was a strange man before me, probablyplanning to kidnap me!
"Shhh…" the man said.
My crying subsided for a moment, but then started back up again. This time, the strange man put his hand over my mouth. No one had ever put a hand over my mouth before, and I was at a loss of what to do. So I just sat there, no more sobs, just me and… him. He was looking at me with the most peculiar look I had ever seen. It was a mixture of amazement and wonder, I guess. He opened up his mouth, as if to speak, but then closed it again. Repeating this movement for some time, I began to wonder if this man was crazy. Finally, he started to speak,
"Uhh…" he started. "What are you doing here? And what is your name." He then removed his hand from mouth.
I sniffed and then replied, "I was hungry, and I saw this pretty building, so I came in." I took a slight pause. "My name is Emma."
He gave a slight nod, and then glanced away at the mirror that I came out of. Then he looked back at me and said,
"How did you figure out how to open that mirror?"
"Well, I was fascinated by the gold outlining, and I traced it with my hand and felt a crack. I pushed on the crack really hard," I gave a movement with my hands, "and then the thing came gliding open." The man gave another nod.
"Where are your parents?"
"They were at a store."
"And you just left?"
"Well, you see, I wanted cake and went looking for some. I left the store and then came across this place."
"I see," he said. "And can you remember which way you came from?"
I glanced around and said, "No."
The man seemed to ponder something, and then he stood up.
"Alright, since you cannot remember where you came from, you will have to wait here with me, until I hear word that someone is looking for you." He gave a smirk, like he was leased with himself. Then he looked back down at me.
"Come along," he said to me. "Since you seem to like gold, you will surely be pleased with the place that I live at."
Then he picked me up and we began down the puddled path once more.