Burning Water (In process of editing and re-writing)

Burning Water Chapter 4 *edited

Chapter 4

A tree stood unusually close to Jason. He couldn’t tell exactly, but he thought it was approximately two inches from touching his face. He spotted little creatures, which he recognized as ants, run along the rugged bark of the tree. He felt an unknown object poke him awkwardly in his side. He groaned and turned himself around. He realized he was lying on a forest floor. A cold, cold wind blew in his face, he shivered. Jason squeezed his eyelids together; something was stuck in his left eye. His hand found his eye and tried searching for the stinging curse. His head ached as he used his other hand to slowly pick himself of the ground.

“Thank Ansel! Jason, you’re alright!” A small and soothing voice said, relieved.

“How would you know…” Jason mumbled to himself, still holding his eye.

Once he got up, he noticed he was heavier than before. He soon found out that he had a severe headache. The blood was pumping through his legs. He almost fell but caught his footing.

“Where…” Jason tried to speak. He felt like sleeping.

“Jason, you must still be confused, follow me.” The voice informed him. “I’ll take you to the camp.”

Indeed, Jason was utterly confused. He looked around. He saw people. They were fighting; he was in the middle of some kind of battle. The hand of a girl grabbed his as they ventured through the forest. He stumbled over a body.

“Watch your step.” The girl said to him, although a bit too late.

Jason starred wide-eyed at the body. It lay, its eye’s half open, thick brown hair peeking out from under a helmet. A drop of blood oozed from its nose; Jason swallowed. The girl yanked him.

“Come, there’s no time to have pity, we don’t have time.” The girl spoke. “The medics will come and help the injured.” After an awkward minute of running, they slowed to a jog. The girl was exhausted. “The most important thing to do now is for you to get to camp, get some rest and then, hopefully, tell us.”

Jason’s eye suddenly stung again. With his free hand, he rubbed it.

“Stop.” He said as he yanked his arm away from hers.

“No! We can’t, like I said, there’s no time.”

“Yes we have time! What are you talking about? Who are you?” Jason stopped and leaned his arm against a tree, he was exhausted as well.     

“Didn’t you listen to your trainers? You can’t give up!” The girl almost cried.

Extremely confused, unable to think straight, and half blind, Jason followed her.

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Sooner or later, they both reached the location of the camp. It was very different then what Jason had expected, but so far, everything was. He had expected some kind of building or maybe even some wood plank cabins, but what he saw was small shacks made out of branches and old wood. He spotted a few tree houses, high up in the trees; he even saw hammocks and blankets hanging from tree to tree. Jason specialty home for this night was a tent, if you could call it that. A tent made from branches, blankets and the support of another tree. It apparently suited two people, but Jason couldn’t imagine fitting in one himself, but soon, he was forced to. While Jason had been taken to his five-star, luxurious stay in the woods, dozens of children and young adults came out from their shelters, asking, yelling, singing, and crying. Confusion struck Jason again.

Why am I not at the orphanage? Where is the orphanage? Jason thought, lying down on the ground under the protection of the tent. Where am I?