Chapter Two
Startled from the gasp, I turned around and stared into the bright blue eyes of a young girl. Starring back at me, mouth agape she froze, giving me enough time to study her more closely . She looked about eight, short and skinny, she had short platinum hair cut bluntly at her chin. Her face was round with the palest skin, and light freckles sprinkled across her rosy cheeks and over her fairly-like nose. her thick, long black eyelashes accentuating the color of her eyes, they fluttered the only indication that she was not in fact a doll.
In a moment she was gone, turned foot and ran. I stood still for a moment, trying to comprehend why this child had seemed so odd and foreign to me. Then I was struck; the girl was wearing a light blue dress that flowed down to her knees with a satin bow tied tightly around her waist, almost straight from the early 1900’s.
This having been my only human encounter, so far, I knelt down and picked up the wicker basket she dropped, containing an assortment of berries. Recognizing one as a blackberry, I picked it up and let the juice fill my mouth with its sweetness. This made me realize just how hungry I was. I stood up and walked in the general direction the girl ran.
Slowly the brick roads of the town faded into a dirt path leading out into the country. I was awestruck by the majestic beauty, far surpassing anything I have ever seen before. The beauty of the rolling hills produced the greenest grass, swaying in the wind almost made unreal by the dashes. When I knelt down to feel it, I was surprised as the familiar coarse feeling met my hand. It felt like grass, different from the dashes in town. The dashes felt as though the grass composed them rather than the other way around. The dirt path, also made from these mysterious dashes, felt like grains of sand compressed into long bars. A wooden fence ran along the path side, a cow could be seen in the distance, eating the long grass that grew in the field. Upon closer inspection I could tell that the cow was not made up of these “dashes” but looked like the ones from home.
I climbed over the fence and made my way over to where the cow was standing, I was puzzled by the fact that the cow seemed so different from it’s enviroment; thinking back I now realized that so did the young girl I met. With that in mind, I made my way back to the path and started walking again.
I walked along the trail for another ten minutes before I could see the smoke rising out of the chimney belonging to a small log cabin; small but looking homely and inviting. A small path gave way the quarter of a mile to the front porch of the house. As I got closer I could see that the cabin was a decent size with at least two levels and many framed windows. I walked up onto the porch and knocked on the giant wooden door. Seconds later the door opened up; revealing a guy about my age; 19, perhaps a few inches taller than me. He had wavy blonde hair that fell into his blue eyes - the same as the little girl I met earlier. The girl now peeked her head out from behind the boys leg, her arms gripping him tightly. I was taken aback by how modern his clothes were in comparison to her’s.
“So it is true; we have a foreigner in town.” His voice was deep and smooth, there was a small accent within his voice that I couldn't place, but was overcome with happiness when I realized that I could understand him.
In a moment she was gone, turned foot and ran. I stood still for a moment, trying to comprehend why this child had seemed so odd and foreign to me. Then I was struck; the girl was wearing a light blue dress that flowed down to her knees with a satin bow tied tightly around her waist, almost straight from the early 1900’s.
This having been my only human encounter, so far, I knelt down and picked up the wicker basket she dropped, containing an assortment of berries. Recognizing one as a blackberry, I picked it up and let the juice fill my mouth with its sweetness. This made me realize just how hungry I was. I stood up and walked in the general direction the girl ran.
Slowly the brick roads of the town faded into a dirt path leading out into the country. I was awestruck by the majestic beauty, far surpassing anything I have ever seen before. The beauty of the rolling hills produced the greenest grass, swaying in the wind almost made unreal by the dashes. When I knelt down to feel it, I was surprised as the familiar coarse feeling met my hand. It felt like grass, different from the dashes in town. The dashes felt as though the grass composed them rather than the other way around. The dirt path, also made from these mysterious dashes, felt like grains of sand compressed into long bars. A wooden fence ran along the path side, a cow could be seen in the distance, eating the long grass that grew in the field. Upon closer inspection I could tell that the cow was not made up of these “dashes” but looked like the ones from home.
I climbed over the fence and made my way over to where the cow was standing, I was puzzled by the fact that the cow seemed so different from it’s enviroment; thinking back I now realized that so did the young girl I met. With that in mind, I made my way back to the path and started walking again.
I walked along the trail for another ten minutes before I could see the smoke rising out of the chimney belonging to a small log cabin; small but looking homely and inviting. A small path gave way the quarter of a mile to the front porch of the house. As I got closer I could see that the cabin was a decent size with at least two levels and many framed windows. I walked up onto the porch and knocked on the giant wooden door. Seconds later the door opened up; revealing a guy about my age; 19, perhaps a few inches taller than me. He had wavy blonde hair that fell into his blue eyes - the same as the little girl I met earlier. The girl now peeked her head out from behind the boys leg, her arms gripping him tightly. I was taken aback by how modern his clothes were in comparison to her’s.
“So it is true; we have a foreigner in town.” His voice was deep and smooth, there was a small accent within his voice that I couldn't place, but was overcome with happiness when I realized that I could understand him.