Excerpt Two:
Opening her eyes, Brianna gazed into a clear blue
sky illuminated by warm, hazy rays of sunlight. She slowly turned her head to
look around. She was lying on a carpet of soft, green grass. All around her she
heard the sweet, cheerful songs of birds as a playful breeze rumpled her long
black hair.
Where am I?
She tried to raise her head but a hot, sharp pain
shot through it.
Ow! I have one heck of a
headache!
Gently, she lay her head back down. As she
stretched into a more comfortable position, she noticed the clothes she was
wearing; a white, ruffled blouse and a long, purple skirt. She was vaguely
confused but couldn’t figure out why. Suddenly a strong urge to sleep overcame
her. Closing her eyes, she listened to the birds and felt the warm sun soaking
into her skin. The soft breeze caressed her cheeks and pressed the tendrils of
her hair against her forehead. Gently, she was lulled back to sleep.
Brianna was awakened by a swishing sound nearby.
What was that?
She turned her head to see a woman with long,
blonde hair and a robe the color of fresh, pink rose petals walking through the
grass with two little blue gnarled creatures at her side. She tried to jump up,
to run away, but another hot flash of pain in her head quickly halted her
efforts.
Oh God! What are those
things?
In terror, she watched as the woman looked over at
her.
“Oh my goodness! My dear, are you ill? Where did
you come from?” The woman walked over to Brianna and bent down, her brow knit
with concern. “You needn’t be afraid, dear. I am Libban.”
The two little blue creatures hopped around
Brianna, sniffing and snorting as they nudged her arms and legs.
“Stop! Please!” She begged. “Where…where am I?
Libban spoke sharply to the little blue creatures
and they ran to her side, looking at Brianna from behind her skirt.
“Who are you?” Brianna said, her voice shaking.
“I am Libban, Keeper of the Land.”
“Keeper of what land? Where am I?” Brianna managed
to whisper.
“Why, you are in Yashire!” Libban crouched next to
Brianna.
“What is Yashire?” Brianna asked, tears stinging
her eyes.
“You must have had a hard fall, my dear. Do you
remember how you got here? What is your name?” Libban surveyed her intently
with crystalline blue eyes.
“I…I’m not sure!” Brianna answered.
What is my name? Oh, God!
What is happening?
“Here, let me help you. Would you like to come to
my home? Maybe you will remember as we walk.” Libban stood and offered her hand
to help Brianna up.
Carefully, Brianna obliged, inching herself up
slowly because of the throbbing in her head.
They walked through the meadow and up a small hill
to a large mansion. The two little blue creatures chased each other through the
meadow ahead of Brianna and Libban and disappeared into the mansion. The
windows in the mansion were open and plump white doves perched on the sills
amongst brilliant red, white and orange flowing vines that climbed the stone
walls.
This place is huge! It
looks like a castle or something!
Brianna gazed at the huge leafy trees all over the
grounds. Roses bloomed among the deep purple violets growing thick in the
flower gardens in front of the mansion.
I’ve never seen anything
like this in my life! Wait…how do I know that? Where am I? What is this place?
Am I hallucinating?
Brianna stopped walking, her thoughts racing.
Who am I? How can I not
know who I am?
Panic gripped her.
“What is this place called?” she asked, her throat
tightening.
“This land is called Yashire. Please come in and
sit down. Maybe you will begin to remember if you relax a bit.” Libban
answered, motioning for her to follow through the arched front doorway.
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