“Look! I found an interesting book.” Brina caught Micheal’s attention, from having time by walking and looking at the books
He came closer to her and outstretched his palm, she handed the book to him “It looks old,” He’s eyeing the back and the front
“It is,”
“Right, we’re here at an old library”
The book suddenly shake in his hand, their eyes widened and Michael let go the book so it fells down on the wooden floor.
“What’s happening?” Michael-
“Why? What did you-” Brina-
It shines like a flash, all parts of the great old library were lit up from the light. And they are went gone.
“WAAAAAHHH!” Brina and Michael in unison.
They fell out of no where, Michael was first followed by Brina in the plunge. Michael lay down and Brina lay on top of him, his elbows on the cobblestone street, her hands resting at his chest, closing their eyes they groaned cause of pain. They opened it absentmindedly they looked at each other in unison, now they were facing each other closely. Their eyes widened by surprise once again
“Gosh.” Brina immediately got up away from him.
“That was fast,” Michael too, Brina didn’t mind what just happened to them but that was awkward. “And...”
“Where are we?” She looked around
“And what are you, wearing?” He pointed at her clothes
She looked at it, and his too
“You too” She pointed out “What the freak”
“Just happened.”
THIS IS WHAT THEY’RE WEARING*
FEW MINUTES LATER
“We need to know how to escape in this... dream”
“Are you sure it is?”
“What?” She confusedly asked
“We need to find out. Follow,”
“Where?”
“Just follow.” She did
“You’re acting like a leader once again.”
Sarcastically he turned to her, “Wasn’t I?” then back to his track “Excuse me?” They saw an old lady, she wears a weird clothes for him and holding a basket with blanket at the top of it, she has a hat like in 13th century’s where Michael saw in a book
“Désolé? Langue française uniquement (Sorry? French language only) ” The old lady said
“What she said?” Brina whisper to his side
“Is that french? I’m not good at french” Michael-
“So do I” Brina worriedly said
He knows it even she wasn’t telling him, yet.
“Alright. I’ll try. Où sommes-nous? Je veux dire, euh, en quelle année sommes-nous si ça ne te dérange pas. (Where are we? I mean- um, what year is this if you don't mind)”
“Nous sommes aujourd’hui le 1er février 1316. (Today is 1316 february 1)”
“13- what?”
“Uh huh, 1316.”
“13th century? Huh. Amazing...” He zoned out
Brina and Michael’s eyes are unbelievably didn’t know what to think. They felt worried but they cannot believe if it’s true.
“Oh! Princesse Madeleine, Je suis heureux de te voir. (Princess Madeleine, I’m glad to see you)” The old lady bowed to Brina
“Madeleine?” Brina narrowed, “I’m no-”
“Princess?” Michael frowned of confusion and for him it sounds like a joke “You?” Brina looked up to him when he looked at her
“I do not know...” She shook, mumbled, gesturing her hands of spreading widely, she shrugs “By the way.” Brina returned her attention to the old lady “Thank you?”
“Vous parlez également des langues étrangères. Cependant, ton sourire est magnifique. Votre Altesse, je vais y aller maintenant. Merci pour votre temps (You also speak a foreign language, but your smile is beautiful. Your Highness, I will go now. Thank you for your time)” There, the old lady age like 60 above turned to leave after she bowed again. Brina did that too, awkwardly smiled
Even she can’t speak frence frequently, she could understand.
“What was that?” She zoning out
“Weird...” Michael turned to her, thought of something, “But, If. You look like a princess, and I... Looks like”
“A Prince.” Brina finished the sentence “Aren’t we—”
They stared and spoke through each other’s eyes. Like thay knew what’s going on.
—
“The philosopher old lady that we talked yesterday said, in way back, 2024 we’re returning five times in five centuries.”
“But we are now at 13th. How long have we been living in this life- I mean, that. Year 2024.”
“Yes, we are in the 13th century! How long is it?”
“She didn’t exactly when was the first. But it is said that we have been returning to each other.. for five centuries. Unbelievable.”
“Absolutely. Wait. 2000s, 1900s-18-17-16-15-14. It’s six.”
“But we live like, on a fifth time.”
She groaned of frustration, messing her hair
“This is stressful.” He looks at her behavior
“Well your-” She looks at him too “hair was... Very bea-” He paused
“What?”
“Boutique. Like a style from a French boutique shop,”
“Michael.” She glare. His look was like ‘just saying’ “But thanks, I’ll take that” Again. He makes her smile.
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FORGOTTEN
Historical Fictionnothing its surprise. This story inspire by 13th century. France