Collision

Part 4. A New World

Peter yellped in shock. He held his head in his hands and shook it back and forth unbelieving. " I have to be dreaming!! This has to be a dream!" He said. Fira, amused, asked, "What's wrong?" "The screen. Its gone!" Peter looked around, as if he believed the screen could have gotten up and walked off to get a drink of water. "Um, maybe you should sit down and rest." Fira said, thinking him a bit weird.

Peter sighed and sat down. "I don't understand it! It was right there!" Peter pointed to the edge of the woods. "I walked through it and got here! Now its gone, and it is getting dark. I need to get home!" "Oh do stop babbling on so, you Great Tarkic Beast. If you are not sick, and if what you say is true, maybe you are here for a reason. I don't know. Maybe you are destined to do something great. Peter let go of his head and looked at Fira quizzically. "Where the heck am I? Narnia?" "No stupid, I told you. This is Artredland. I've never heared of this Narnia." Fira said, a little annoyed. "That figures..." Peter scoffed. "And what is a Tarkic Beast anyway?" Fira was shocked. "Now I'm a school teacher." She muttered under her breath. "Well I suppose there is a lot you will need to learn. For now, let me take you to my village. There has to be somewhere you can stay for the night." Fira grabbed Peter's hand and practically dragged him into the woods after her.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd hold a girl's hand." Peter muttered to himself. After a little while, Peter spotted a small light in the distance. The small light grew, and grew, till they came out into a clearing. Behold, in front of Peter was a little village just like the ones in those fairytales. Peter was momentarilly hypnotized, and if you were Fira, you would be quite embarrassed for in fact, he looked quite creepy.

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Peters POV
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When I finally came to, I saw a huge man coming towards us. He had dark brown wavy hair, and ruddy features. His dark- And I mean DARK brown eyes practically glowed in the moonlight. He could have been called handsome except for the fact that the way he looked at that moment, he was quite freaky, and it sent chills down my spine. His sword was hanging at his side and he was clothed in animal skins and tartan fabric. I admit, I was a bit afraid. Then he spoke in his deep, throughty voice. I held my breath, afraid I was about to be murdered.

"My daughter. You are home." His Scottish accent lingured in the air, and I have to say, he did sound kind. Realizing I was squeezing Fira's hand tighter than I thought, I loosened my grip and I was not as afraid. But I turned to Fira, shocked. "That's your Father!?" I tried to whisper it, but instead, it came out a screech. The man turned and looked sternly at me, though I could tell his eyes were laughing. "Of course he is you idiot! Who else could he be? My mother?" Fira questioned, as if I really was dumb. - wait. Maybe I am. Oops.

The man looked at Fira. "Who is this young man?" Fira tried not to sound strange, but she said, "This is Peter. He's from another world." I rolled my eyes. Fira's dad laughed. I knew he wouldn't believe that. "Son where is your family?" He said, addressing me. "Um, they're not here. They're at home. I can't find my way home." I tried to explain. "Lost, eh?" He said. "Well you can stay here for now. We will help you get home." "Thank you sir." I replied, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

Sorry my chapters are short.anyway, hope you enjoyed this so far.please comment. Pic of Fira above. ❤