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Light World 3: The Witches of Olde
Chapter 8:
Annie's POV
When we landed on the coast I heard the waves crash onto the shore. It was a peace full sound, but it wasn't sincere. This island was bad. I stepped out and felt my dress flutter in the wind.
"I should have changed." I said.
"Nah, don't worry about it." He hopped out as well.
"I'm going to be hiking through an island, in a dress Jim. You wanna trade and tell me it's comfortable." I asked.
He laughed and shook his head. I bit my lip and looked around.
"We need to find the old Oceanic camp." I said.
"The what?" he asked.
"It's where the people who crashed on this island camped out. Ingrid lives with them now." I told him.
He nodded and followed me down the beach. I didn't recognize anything about this island. The last time I had been here, Ingrid had nearly died. Luke was crying and other things had happened. Clay and Quinn's son had died and Luke and Ingrid's had lived. It was a day of tragedy.
"There." Jim said.
I looked up and saw the camp. How long had I been thinking about the island? I looked back. The boat wasn't there. Clearly I had been dazed for quite some time.
The camp was a pathetic group of tents and wood. Since the island was basically a part of time. It looked only briefly used. Who knew how much time had passed on the island. For them it could have been a week or twenty years. Maybe Ingrid was dead and her great grandchildren were living here. It was endlessly possible.
"So we need to hike that way," I said.
I knew the island layout from what Kate had told me.
"EARL!" I screamed.
I heard the ocean crashed onto the island.
"EARL!" I screamed again.
There was no answer.
"What are you trying to do?" Jim asked.
"I don't wanna walk all that way. It's like a days hike." I told him.
"EARL!" Jim screamed.
"Together?" I asked.
"Together," he said.
"EARL!" we screamed.
There was a blaze of light as Earl appeared.
"You two are more picking than Grace Hanakdarko." He told us.
"Can you take us outside of the gates to Dharma village?" I asked him.
"I sure can," he said.
The three of us waited soundly for him to make a decision. He looked at us and chuckled.
"Okay? So…are you going to?" I asked.
"Oh now?" he asked.
"Yes, now." Jim said.
"sure," his wings unfolded and suddenly I found myself staring at the village where Ingrid and her friends lived. Terror rose up inside of me. Why had we come here. I saw the houses in the distance and Kate walk outside. She looked roughly the same age as when we left. I got nervous. Maybe it hadn't even been a day. The village still looked damaged.
"Shall we?" Jim asked.
"I…I don't know. I'm scared." I said.
"It'll be okay." Jim told me.,
I looked at him. He grabbed my hand and we started walking into the village. I saw Sawyer cutting up wood in the distance. I could hear the noises the chopping made from here. This was all surreal. My mind went back into the previous set it had been in.
"I feel like the Dharma are on their way." I told him.
"You killed them all." he said.
We walked forward and I felt pain in my heart. Kate kissed Sawyer. They looked in love. It reminded me that Luke and Ingrid still loved each other.
I looked at Jim and then noticed Kate and Sawyer were gone.
"Where did they go?" eh asked.
"I don't know, this island plays tricks on the mind." I told him.
He nodded and we walked right into one of the houses.
"Hello?" I called.
"Kate?" it was Ingrid's voice.
"No." I said.
"Oh, Claire. Hold on." Ingrid called.
I wasn't prepared. I straightened my dress. Jim ran his hand through his hair. Ingrid was like the queen of all of this. She knew about it more than any of us.
"Hey, wha…" she dropped the towel she was holding.
She had obviously just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet. She picked it up and sat it on the counter. She looked down as if to make sure she was awake and then back to me. I saw she was wearing a green tank top with tan cargo short shorts.
"We need your help." I said.
"How did you get here?" She asked astonished.
"The Light House." Jim said.
"Who are you?" she asked him.
"I'm Jim Shannon," he said.
"Ingrid Nilson." She told him.
I smiled, she had gone back to Nilson.