Escape

Time Started: 8:42


Okay, so for third quarter I made a short story, right? Well about two years previous I'd had a strange dream. I wrote it down as best as I could the next day, making up stuff to fill in the details.

Dense forest in every direction. Heavy fog in the air. Ancient trees spin labyrinths all around. Still the girl runs on, occasionally being tripped by uplifted roots, only to get back up and run some more. The fog thickens into a rich, unearthly hue, billowing like smoke all around her frame.

FLASH. In another part of the forest, a boy appears. His hair billows in the breeze, eyes gazing ahead without seeing. Large, feathery wings curl around his body, appearing to almost be apart of the unnatural fog that surrounds this deep and mysterious forest.

FLASH. Resume to the girl, as the fog around her returns to its natural hue. She continues on, running this way and that for what seems like no particular reason. At a sudden, steep decline of the mossy forest path, she stops. There, just ahead, is a rather odd-looking house. Far too old to be inhabited, this oddity seemed to be carved straight from one of the trees. It was definitely ancient as the forest itself, for wild mushrooms and moss covered every inch of the wood.

“H-hello?” The girl asked, breathless from her run. Her call bounced around the spacious forest twice before a sudden snap of a twig caused her to turn to her left. There stood a teenage boy, his mane of hair falling into his eyes and concealing his pointed ears. He wore a black turtleneck sweater under a grey zip-up vest, denim cargos, black fingerless gloves that appeared to once have been golfing gloves, and hiking boots on his feet. “You should not be here.” He said, his voice quiet and stern. “C-Can I go in?” She asked, pointing in the house’s direction. The boy took one look at the house before returning his emotionless gaze to the girl, “If you must.”

“D-Do I just walk up to it?”

“…Yes.”

“What? No tricks?”

“Oh, there are tricks, girl. Now that you are a part of this mess, there will be tricks around every corner.”

The girl said nothing in reply, merely giving him a curt nod as she made her way past him and to the house. Upon reaching the decline, however, the girl tumbled to her knees, and crawled the rest of the way there, mumbling under her breath what she called ‘Alice’s Logic’ all the while. She reached the small house, and knew at once that the forest had pulled a ‘rabbit hole’ on her, for the house was small enough to put her arms around—which she did, crushing dead mushrooms in the process. Frowning at the trick of the eye that was SUPPOSED to lead her to her answers, she looked to her left again, where the boy stood. “Things aren’t always what they seem. This is just the beginning, remember. Turn around.” The boy said, an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. She turned, looking up the hill, and saw the very thing she sought after: the house of the forest of Norrath. Smiling triumphantly at the boy, she resumed her crawl, though uphill was far harder than downhill. “But of course THIS is the way.” She muttered under her breath, “Before, it was an uphill climb. That much I'm sure of. But what about that—” Her musings were cut short as she lost balance, slipping down a good three feet and bringing decomposing leaves along with her. She looked up at her destination to find that she had unearthed a rather peculiar stone, a single marble embedded in the upper left hand corner. It appeared carved into some sort of monkey-like gargoyle, though there was far too much moss to tell for sure. Shaking the undergrowth from her brown hair, the girl resumed her crawl towards the house.

“There, that stone. Now I'm sure that this is the right place. Awfully quiet, though. Yet I understand that much, considering how big the forest is. It keeps away the wary—” Once again, the girl’s muttering was cut short as she crawled through the dirt-barren entrance, this time by the boy, “Would you kindly stop talking to yourself? Honestly, you are worse than the last one…”

And then it became what it was. (I know the only two watchers that know me irl have read the finished product, if not posess a copy themselves, so I have no need to insert the finished product on line. Who knows, I may publish it one day, and so I don't want any of you other peeps--supposing anyone else even IS reading this crap--to try and steal it. This is just a safety precaution, of course.)

I'm pretty proud, to have gone from that to a wannabe twilight-meets-harry-potter-meets-alice-in-wonderland to what it did.

Yeah, I'm being vague on purpose. Sorry other readers (assuming I have them) but I don't want to have to copyright my stuff.

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