Halfling

Chapter 4 Part 2

Enter my mind!? No way! Was my first reaction. I couldn't let anybody walk into my mind and look around. 'Is there no other way' I asked desperately. 'No, there is no other way' said professor Cararoo. I stared at him wondering what I should do. There was a huge fight going on inside me. It went something like this:

I have to know what I am. I should let him. NO!!! It's my mind and he has no right to look into it. But I have to. Do I? YES! You have to know.

I looked at the professor. I still wasn't convinced that this was the only way to find out what I am amd I had no other choice. 'Ok, I'll do it.' I said. 'Excellent' said Cararoo. He stood up and walked over to me. I was surprised at how short he was. He was barley taller than me and I was 158 cm tall. Professor Cararoo placed his hands at my temples. I closed my eyes and felt a light tugging somewhere inside me. The next moment, the office faded away.

I opened my eyes to find myself deep in a forest. The trees were tall with dark green leaves. The sunlight that shone through the leaves was green. I realized that I was wearing different clothes. I wore brand new skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. I looked around. I was standing in a big clearing. Behind me was a huge lake. On my left side was a big bonfire. It was so high that it seemed to touch the leaves on the tree next to it. I was afraid that the tree would catch fire but it never did. Even though I was in a forest, a gentle breeze blew around the clearing making my long dark brown hair fly around me. On my right side was a huge tree. It looked different than the other trees. Around it lay a lot of different colored stones. I approached the tree and knelt down to examine them and discovered that they were gems and crystals. There was one that looked like a diamond. At the centre of the clearing floated a dark purple mist. 'Where am I?' I asked out loud. 'This is your mind' said a familiar voice behind me. I turned around and yelped. A man made out of fire stood next to the bonfire. 'I'm not on fire' said the voice of professor Cararoo. I looked at the fire man again and realised that it looked like professor Cararoo. 'A quattor persona' he muttered to himself. 'There hasn't been one in years. The people aren't going to be happy' He seemed to be amused about something. 'You are on fire' I shouted ignoring what he said. I had no idea what a quattor persona was but the professor didn't seem to notice that he was on fire. He didn't seem to be in pain. 'Fire is my element. This is what my essence looks like. I'm not actually on fire. You should see your essence' explained Cararoos voice. I looked down at my pale arms. They were the same pale arms I knew. 'You can't see your own essence. It is very hard see yourself as you truly are. You can see yourself as you think you are but very few people see themselves as they truly are' said professor Cararoo. 'So this is my mind?' I asked. The essence thing was a bit weird so I decided to change the subject. 'Yes' answered the professor. When I was little, I always imagined my mind as a library. Loads and loads of shelves filled with books. Books on what I know and books full of my memories. I had never imagined my mind as a forest. 'What do we do now?' I wondered. 'You get onto that stag' said professor Cararoo pointing behind me. I turned around and saw a huge beautiful brown stag standing next to the big tree. As I walked up to him he knelt down as if he wanted me climb onto his back which is what I did. As soon as I had sat onto his back the stag stood up and began to gallop fast into the dark forest behind him.

I watched the trees turn blurry. I enjoyed the feeling of galloping. I heard a sound and then realised that it was coming from me. It was laughter. I was laughing. This was amazing. The stag was slowing down to my disappointment. We had arrived at another clearing. This one was smaller. Dark purple flowers grew on the ground around a swing. The swing was a wooden slab held up by to thick ropes which were tied on a branch of a tree. Somebody was sitting on the swing. She had long dark hair, dark green eyes, a pale face and the long arms. She was looking directly at me and was smiling. She beckoned to me and I approached her. I recognised her immediately. The girl was me.