Chapter 11: Found
I turned around angrily to face my savior, "Who did that?" I demanded, angrily, yet somewhat grateful for the strange someone's stoppage of the horrid deed that I had been mere seconds away from committing, in order to save myself from the horrors of my life-- of the forest, and the madness, and the hunger, and the thirst, "Who did that?" I screamed, my voice hoarse from all my shouting, and then, I found myself gazing into the twinkling blue eyes of my savior.
"I'm sorry, little one," the woman whispered, and I looked upon her form; my anger beginning to fade away. She was a bit taller than me, she wasn't too fat, and yet not too thin; she was somewhat in the middle of weights. She wore a robe somewhat similar to mine, though it was pale pink in color, and appeared to have been washed only this morning, making me feel like a total slob in the robe that clothed my aching body. Her grayish-auburn hair was tied in a tight bun. She smiled, and I tried my best to follow suit, despite the wretched circumstances that I was still under.
Everything that I had gone through, and I had at last been discovered. I didn't know if I was pleased or annoyed. The woman's sudden appearance somehow comforted me though.
She appeared to be in her mid forties, and she clutched a gnarled walking stick which seemed to have been taken from a tree branch of oak.
"Who are you?" I asked, having forgotten my anger entirely.
"My name is unimportant... But it's Elaine," she replied, smoothly, shuddering as a cold gust of wind whistled through the trees.
"It's a beautiful name," I replied truthfully, trying to avoid the subject of how she had found me.
Her rather pretty face suddenly contorted into a look of pure disgust and disdain-- though jokingly, "Yuck!" she exclaimed, "I despise the name… but, enough about me for now… tell me about yourself."
"I'm B--"
"Beatrice Horowitz," she interrupted, taking me by surprise; obviously deciding it best to change the subject again, and move on, "Shall we walk to my home?"
"Home?" I asked the strange woman, so eager to here the name uttered by another being, "Oh, let's!"
We walked on, until we came to a narrow path, (made of dirt,) that was cut through the grass. We followed the path until we came to a cottage. She opened the door, and bade me inside.
