(Once again my brain decided to surprise me with another story idea while working on one of my other fanfics. )
( this is just a short starter chapter. Please let me know if I should continue this! )
Chapter 1
"I hate the snow."
The cute high pitched voice of a child grumbles as they struggle through the nearly knee deep snow. Small shoulders shake violently when a strong gust of wind hits the little girls back. Her long dark brown hair whips around her pale face. The normally silky smooth strands feel like frozen needles when they hit her cheek. Her thin long sleeve dress and doll shoes do nothing to help her stay warm. The once pristine white tights she was wearing now have dirt splotches and holes in them .More angry grumbles can be heard as she continues to blindly make her way through the forest she has found herself in. If anyone were to hear the curses she was spouting, they would highly question the child's upbringing. For no five year old child should be speaking this way, let alone one that is small enough they still look around 4. But this little girl is no ordinary child, not in the slightest. Don't let those innocent sapphire blue eyes fool you. This curse spitting girl is actually a full grown 26 year old woman.
"Son of a-!" A soft thud is heard as the girl trips over a hidden tree root. Her words get cut off as she falls face first into the snow. "First I drown in a damn lake, then I wake up in the middle of a forest, and now stupid tree roots are tripping me up." The girl scrunches up her little nose at the sound of her voice. It being one of the things she hates the most right now other than the snow. She didn't like her voice at all even as an adult which is why she rarely actually spoke to anyone. When alone though she does tend to talk to herself a bit. The sound of wolves howling comes from behind her. "G-Gotte keep moving. Those don't sound like friendly dogs." Pushing her small body to keep going the girl picks herself up and keeps walking. Her eyes looked up towards the small smoke plum she saw when she first awoke here. That tiny grey line being her only hope to find help out here. After what seems like days of walking the glorious sight of a small cabin comes into view. A relieved sigh escapes her blue tinted lips as she runs towards the building. The sound of her footsteps seems to have alerted the owners of the home. The old wooden door opens just as she passes the fence line of the property.
"Stop! Cine ești tu?" (Stop! Who are you?) A man with a thick beard yells at her from the doorway. In his hands is an old shotgun he is currently aiming at her.
"Huh?" The small girl stares at the man in utter confusion. His words sound like pure jiberish to the english speaker. From inside the cabin a female voice calls out to the man. He yells something over his shoulder at the voice. And a second later an elderly woman pokes her head out the door.
"Ce este drag?"(What is it dear?) When her eyes land on me she lets out a startled gasp. Pushing the man out of the way and rushing over to the girl. "Bunătate! Ce face un copil singur aici?"(Goodness! What is a child doing out here all alone?) The girl decides it is probably best to use her young appearance to her advantage. Letting out a little sniffle she points at the woods with a small whimper. Falling to her knees with tears in her eyes as a wolf lets out a howl in the distance. 'That was good timing for me. Thanks random wolf!' The little girl thinks as she is picked up by the old woman. The two adults seem to have a small argument before they bring her inside. From what the girl can guess it was more than likely about letting her in the house or not. Thankfully the old woman won and she is now wrapping a warm blanket around the girl. Behind the two women the man is grumbling something that sounds an awful lot like a prayer. When the girl just looks at them in confusion as they talk to her, the adults become concerned.
"Oana." The woman says pointing at herself, then she points at her husband. "Anton." She smiles warmly as the little girl repeats the names softly.
"Narcisa." A cute sneeze follows that makes the old woman laugh softly. Narcisa puffs out her cheeks childishly at being laughed at. Oana sets Narcisa down on a chair near the fireplace before heading into what looks like a small kitchen. Bright blue eyes shift to look at the man as he puts away his gun, before they quickly scan the room.
' It's like I have been sent back into the medieval ages. This house is practically just one big room. ' Narcisa thinks to herself as she looks around curiously. To her right is what barely passes as a bedroom area that is only separated by a thin brown curtain hanging from the ceiling. The bed is large enough to fit the elderly couple and seems to be well kept. Mismatched carpets cover the floor and on some of the walls. Near the front door is a small wooden dining table and chairs. If Narcisa is to be honest there isn't really much else in the home. There are a few pictures and other typical things your would find in a home. But something is off….
' There is nothing from the modern world. I don't even see any lights other than candles.' Tiny hands reach up to pull the blanket around herself tighter. ' Just where in the world am I?'