Short Stories

It Wasn't a Dream, It Was a Nightmare

This chapter is dedicated to grammatical_penguin.

This is the other POV that my friend wrote! Hope you enjoy this, but remember, NO HISTORICAL ACCURACY! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Ashe

"Ashe!" My mother calling me for early meal awakens me from my sleep. 

"Coming!" I call out. I take out my coverings and decide which one I want to wear. I choose the lavender toga because I am going to the market today. I also want to smell the lavender die Selma used to make it. It smells of the fields of flowers that were destroyed when we were invaded. I tie up my hair with a matching scrap and go upstairs for early meal. I find that the lavender color goes with my, almost white, even though I am only sixteen, blonde hair.

 My mother calls, "Sbrigati bambina!" (Hurry up girl!)

Leia

I wake up screaming. While I was asleep, I was plagued with nightmares of the mountain Vesuvius erupting with flames and lava. I get up and randomly grab a toga. I look at it, and it is red, deep red. I get the feeling that the gods are trying to tell me something. I exit through the hole in my wall and listen to the birds chirping. I am confused, because they are chirping fast, and anxiously, as if trying to tell us a warning.

Remi

I wake up early, as usual. I change into hunting clothes and stare out my window. I watch the sun as it rises. The rays glint off of Vesuvius. I notice that there is some sort of dust cloud, or smoke around the tip. I shake that feeling out of my head and assume that a cloud is just forming. I grab my bow and exit my house. I trek into the wilderness until I find a deer. It looks at me and starts to charge. I grab an arrow out of my quiver and load it. There is a brief moment of silence before the arrow hits the charging deer. I grab it's fallen form and carry it back to my hut to skin it.

Ashe

I reach my mother's cooking and see that she has prepared a mixture of grain, boiled water, and some other type of glop. It does not look appetizing. I almost throw up as I gag down the food. It tastes like a dead chicken laid and egg, the dead egg rolled in the pig's food, and jumped in the pot of water that my mother was boiling. It smells like it too. So, I acted polite and then left the house. Once I left I spit it out on the road. The dirt road immediately absorbs the food. It is very cloudy outside, especially around Vesuvius. I decide to visit the market, like everyone does in the morning.

Leia

I head out to the market, and all of the animals that I see seem to be worried. I ask Selma, the clothes maker, "Che cosa sta succedendo? Tutti gli animali si comportano in modo preoccupato e ansioso."(What is happening? All of the animals are acting worried and anxious.)

Selma replies, "Non è diverso da qualsiasi altro martedì." (It is no different than any other Tuesday.)

Selma has her black hair tied up in a bun. Her face has different dyes on it. Her apron is also colored with different colors. There is rose dust on it, most likely from the new gown she has displayed. It smells of the freshest roses that have been ground up in order to make a perfume that has been squirted onto the dress. The dress itself is a brilliant hue of red with some gold peeking out from the rim.

 Selma sees me admiring the dress and says, "È per i nobili. Il re e la regina arriveranno domani. Ho dovuto valutarlo a sette monete d'oro, poiché hanno più soldi. Soprattutto perché mi è costato così tanto."(It's for the nobles. The king and queen are coming tomorrow. I had to price it at seven gold coins, since they have more money. Especially since it cost me so much to make.)