Peter reached the main floor and looked around again. He couldn’t figure out what the little bird was trying to get him to do but he followed anyways. He looked around a bit more and found nothing. Beginning to become tiered, he decided to sit in the chair. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the woods. He could hear his heart beat slow as he felt sleep start to sink in.
Suddenly something pecked his hand. He jerked awake but didn’t open his eyes. Fatigue from the past few days was starting to affect him and his functions. He felt more pecking but didn’t move. He suddenly realized how hungry he was. He tried to move but his body felt like lead. He could feel something digging in his pocket, then leave. After a few minutes he pasted out.
* * *
Horse hooves thundered by. The smell of grass and blood filled his nostrils. Wind blew his hair around as rain made it turn to ice. He felt unnaturally heavy, as if something was crushing him. His head spun as he tried to regain consciousness. Thoughts travelled through his head at an unbearable pace. Death, war, screams, cries, tears, silence. Metal clashing against each other brothers at arms fighting against each other trying to win the only goal. Terror was all that could be explained.
He opened his eyes to see a calm meadow. Birds flew on by as he looked around. Deer peacefully graze on the clover. The sky was blue and beautiful. Fluffy, puffy, white clouds lazily drifted past the calm forest. His head spun, nothing made sense. He could still smell the dying grass, and wet blood. He could still hear the horse hooves, metal, screams, and cries. He still felt as if something was crushing him. What is all this?
* * *
“Hey wake up.”
…
“Wake up!”
…This…voice…who?
“This isn’t good little one.”
“Peep”
…That sounds…like the…little bird.
“I’ll go get some food from down below, you stay here. Get me if anything changes.”
Peter tried to move but felt pressured down by something. He tried moving his fingers, then his toes. Well everything seems to work well. Then what’s wrong, questioned Peter. Suddenly he felt something in his throat, then he couldn’t breathe well. He started coughing and gagging after. A wild, shrill call of a bird sounded somewhere near by.
He was about to give up until a sudden gust of air filled his lungs. Then another. Then another. He started to be able to breathe again. He quickly opened his eyes to see a girl, and, at that moment, his whole world changed.
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Fri Sep 26, 2008 @ 05:37pm · 0 Comments |
