A Journey To The Clouds, A Fantastical Prophecy - Book One - ✓

Chapter Twenty-five

As soon as I step into the forest, it feels like I stepped through a barrier. I felt as though there was an invisible wall blocking me from the forest, but strength and power let me through. Now the outside world sounds like it's underwater. 

I make out leaves crunching under neath us, and I hear Connor trying to jump over tree roots, as he has already tripped on a few so far. I suppose his method stopped working, or he was overtaken by the land, that I hear his foot slam on what seems to be a tree root, and then I find him on top of me.

"I'm sorry, it was a root, I keep doing that." Connor says in frustration. His face is inches from mine. I smile and he blushes. He must have realized just the inches that separated our faces, and he pulls back. He then rolls over to let me up. He clears his throat in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Ally. Did I ever tell you how clumsy I can be?" He asks. I look at him, with a smirk on my face.

"No, no. Your fine, no one is hurt, at least I don't think. Everyone is clumsy sometimes. You're okay, right?" I ask, giving him a glance.

"My foot hit the root but i think it'll be okay. Besides, I had you to break my fall." He says with a smile. I smile back at him.

"Not as much as you might think. I'm bony, not full of muscles." I tell him. He gives me a doubtful glance.

"Alright, soldier. Let's move onward."I tell him. He salutes, and he moves besides me this time, so he doesn't fall on me if he trips once more. We walk for hours into the stunning forest. Each time, we feel like we could go on for hours more. After a few long hours, we decide that we need to take a break.

"Here looks like a good spot right?" I ask. The land was clear and fertile. The grass was soft between my fingers when I bent down to touch it.

"Yeah. shall I take out the tent?" Connor asks, already digging in his bag.

"Yeah. We should try looking around the area to see if we spot anything to make a fire." I finished. Connor nods and starts to set up a tent, while I go around the area to look for dry sticks to get a fire going.

I walk away for a few minutes, and then I return with an arm full of Tinder and a big smile on my face.

"Why are you so happy?" Connor asks. I can see he has part of the tent pitched.

"When my father was off duty, he would always go camping as a fun pastime, and me and mom would always come along. They were always fun, and educational as well. We had bonding time we never get now." I sigh, lost in old memories.

"My parents never took me camping. Not even in London." Connor says wistfully.

"Wait you lived in London?" I ask, completely shocked by this tidbit of information. I knew he lived in England, but London?
"Yeah. I lived in London until I was four. My mother wanted to live the "American dream" Before, and after my birth father divorced my mother. That dream grew and grew until she decided we had to go. Now we're here." Connor says.

He looks sad. I stand up, walk over, and sit down next to him. He looks over and smiles at me. Then, he takes his arm and puts it around my shoulders. I hesitantly lean my head on his left shoulder and we just sit there. Him and I, staring at the stars.