Collision

Part 3. Fira

Peter stood staring out the window. He found himself lifting the window and leaning out. Closing his eyes, he gripped the windowsill and leaned out as far as he could. The cold spring wind whipped through his dark waves, though he did not shiver. In fact he felt perfect. He felt freer. Peter couldn't help it. He climbed out his window and on to the roof. As he reached the lowest part he jumped down, landing on his hands and knees in the wet, neon green grass. Picking himself up, he brushed the wet blades of grass off his hands and then followed the wind to where it was carrying him to. He felt a pulling on himself and he stepped closer to the woods. The singing was vuagely louder now, and he cautiously kept going, hypnotized by the beauty of the voice. Suddenly, between two trees appeared a pale blue filmy screen. Peter, shocked, fell backwards, a small shout escaping his lips. The foggy screen hung silently, suspended in the air waiting. The cold wind pushed Peter forwards and he stood, struggling to regain his balance. He slowly stepped forwards, dazed. The sun was going down now, and it left a hazy glow just above the mountains. As Peter kept walking he heard more sounds. Sound coming from somewhere else, but yet sounding so close. Like the sounds described in those books he read as a kid about fairytale lands. Other worlds. Sounds like people animals out. Swords clashing in battle. The singing. People talking and laughing in other languages. Winds whistling. Rocks tumbling. Water gushing across rocks in a creek. Peter touched the screen. His hand went through it. The wind continued to drag him. He turned to look back at his house, before turning, and walking through the strange screen. Suddenly the force of the screens power threw him down and he hollered as he tumbled down towards the edge of a cliff. Frightened, he grabbed a hold of a bolder, but to no avail, as the bolder was not strong, and it just rolled off the side of the emensely tall cliff, and dissapeared. Struggling to hang on, Peter tried to find something he could use as a foothold. But the side of the cliff was smooth. Peter cried out in pain as another rock came tumbling down the cliff, hitting him on the head. "Hang on! Wait!" A voice called. Peter looked up to see a girl no older than himself leaning over the edge, hand outstretched, waiting to help him. "Watch out!" Peter said, "You'll fall!" "Don't be daft!" The girl replied, her eyebrows narrowing. "Do you want to live or not!" Peter grabbed her hand as she pulled him back up to the top of the mountain. "Thank you." Peter said brushing himself off. "Who are you?" The girl asked, wary. "Peter. Peter Hansen." "Strange boy you are. Where are you from?" She asked looking him up and down stunned by his odd clothing. "Um, here if I'm still on the earth." The girl chuckled, though not sure if she should trust him. "This is Artredland." "Art- what?" Peter asked, rubbing his eyes. "I must be dreaming." Then he noticed the girl was wearing a long dark green dress, and he asked, "This is not 2015 is it?" The girl looked confused. "What year is this?" He continued. "Year? You are a strange boy." The girl said. "There are no so called years in Artredland. Days, and that's all." Peter was confused. "Well whatever. Who are you?" He asked. "Fira. They call me fiery because that is the meaning of my name, and I am like that a lot of the time." She smirked. "Oh." Peter said. "Well I think I'm from another world. I have no idea where I an or how I got here, but I need to get home." "Another world!" Fira asked, a little taken aback. "I know it sounds crazy but there was this blue filmy screen andni walked through it and appeared here." Fira raised an eyebrow. "You look like your from another world. Maybe another planet. You look like a futuristic alien." "Excuse me?" Peter said, momentarily offended. Then he turned around. "Well it was nice meeting you and thanks for saving my life. I need to be getting h-" Peter stopped in mid sentence. To his astonishment, the screen was gone.