Evermore: Return to Evermore

In Danger

After another lesson in Math and having been shoved with tons of homework Lilia walked home from school. She didn't bring an umbrella and at five o'clock it was hot. Luckily she reached the farm before sundown. With wobbly legs, she made her way to the hill where the mango tree was. That way she could watch the sunset... and maybe stay up late, well it was Friday. She made her way up and rested her back on the tree's trunk. As she did the wind picked up and a howling sound echoed across the tree's branches. 

It had been four days since the cabbage and weather prediction predicament. This tree would forever remain a symbol as the day she discovered she was from another world. Lilia had made up her mind not to tell the others they were from another world... at least until she figured out how to get there. Florabell did say once to never lift one's hopes until you were sure that it would come true. Silverbrook had also been a bit touchy on the topic. Especially after Phillip almost caught Miranda and her talking to Silverbrook in one of the fields.

Plus, most of them had accepted they were orphans... Prisma, Nathaniel, Reginald, and Crysta for example. Then again, it had been nine years, and there was a war going on in that other world. Whatever that Black Sorceress was doing, Lilia was sure it wasn't good.

Then she saw it... the sun setting over the far-off patch of trees. The beams of light grasping the countryside one last time before shining its rays on another part of the world. Therefore, welcoming her sister and letting the moon shine it's silver shafts on the fields and saving the crops from the heat of the day. Oh, how the glorious sun and the ethereal moon work together to make such a divine day! And how poetic Lilia had become after reading a poem Brianna made. My teacher did encourage me to keep reading literature... does Bria's poem count as one?

Although the moment was cut short when Lilia could hear the loud-banging from down below. Lilia stood up and scanned the area. She then noticed the old barn house where the black stallion was in. She could hear muffled crashes and thrashing in there. That horse must be really wild if it started tearing up the barn house like that. Now that barn horse hadn't been used for some time now and she wondered if it could hold that horse in there.

The thrashing grew louder and louder, and it ruined the whole scenery Lilia was trying to breathe in. Before she knew it, nightfall had come and she hadn't been able to enjoy the view much... such bad luck!

Frustrated, Lilia made her way down the hill. She stopped midway when Phillip and Mr. Hervas stomped their way to the barn house. Curious, she planted her feet on the ground and watched them about to confront the stallion. Lilia saw Phillip open the door to the barn house. 

With that little peak, something massive crashed the door. A large black stallion galloped wildly and pushed Mr. Hervas and Phillip aside. At the same time, the door's hinges broke and the very impact sent the door itself into a mess of wrecked wood and splinters. Now what cause Lilia to panic wasn't just the fact that Phillip and Mr. Hervas were hurt but the stallion was galloping towards her. At the same time crushing the crops it had in its path. In a fraction of a second, Lilia knew the stallion was after her, but for what? She immediately turned around and ran for it.

She rushed past the plants trying to get away. Crushing all that was in her path to get away from the stallion. There was something in the horses' mannerism... that was off. Especially the eyes, they were dark, probably not real. Keep it together! It's just a horse.

But what she thought was just a horse wasn't actually. She turned to see if it was gone, and it looked like it was. She slowed down knowing that she was no longer in danger. Even when the danger had now dispersed a tingling sensation filled the air. Lilia gazed into the darkness in front of her then back. Although, when she turned a void filled the place, no lights, no farm, no nothing.