A Brush with the Past

Elden.~

"Percy. Percy Weinman. I can't believe I never told you. May I ask the same of you? Also, are you American?" (Author-chan: I imagine everywhere one reading this is American. If you aren't...You are now*shrugs*)

"(F/N) (L/N). And yeah, I was born in America." You vary your glance from his eyes to the ground frequently while talking. 'I hope he doesn't ask much more. I don't wanna lie.'

"Ah. I thought I heard it. Do you feel better? Well enough to sleep...?" He must be extremely tired to just drop a conversation that important. Your throat still burned but it was bearable. The cuts on you arms, legs, and chest stung if you moved fast or twisted your body. You pop your neck, fingers, and ankles to make sure they worked right. You felt okay.

"Much better than before. So yes, well enough to sleep Percy. Where could I sleep?" 'All I see is a room to the left which I imagine is their bedroom, this table, or that lounge chair in front of the fireplace.'

"Oh. Um..." He stands up and enters the room to the left. He comes back with another quilt and a pillow.

"Can you sleep here? I don't mean to be offensive to you but I don't...trust you enough to sleep in the bed with my daughter." He's staring at the ground, as if he is ashamed. 'Can't say I blame him. A naked, American, teen turns up in a swamp. She's injured and can't speak. He had the guts to take her into his home where his daughter sleeps. No hard feelings.'

"Oh no, I understand. I'm so grateful that you even pulled me out of the swamp and carried me all the way here to heal me. I'm glad you aren't kicking me out right away." You smile up at him. He grins and hands you the pillow and quilt.

"I won't kick you out. Remember though, tomorrow you have questions to answer. Percy's finger is pointed out to you and his face is serious. 'Ouch. Someone just gave me the cold shoulder' You nod and set down the pillow behind you. He walks off to the room. You lay down on your back and close your eyes.

"I'm glad you made it (F/N)." That deep voice from before says to you. You open your eyes. Relief fills you as you see the same room you were in before. It's gonna be a lot harder to sleep than you thought.

"Don't worry. I'm here to...guide you." 'Well I don't need any 'guiding' from you'

"But that's where you're wrong. I can't explain it now but soon, you will understand." 'Big help. Let me sleep.'

"As you wish."

~Time skip~

" (F/N)! Wake up, sleepy head." A loud, child's voice yells in your left ear while shaking you. you resistantly open both eyes to see fireplace in front of you. 'Now, how the hell did I end up here. I fell asleep on the table.' You stand up from the velvet chair and look behind the chair to see Emma.

"Good morning Emma! Where's your father?" She pops out from behind the chair and stands before you with a toothy grin.

"He's downstairs in the shop. Would you like some tea? I can bring it down to you and daddy."

"That would be amazing Emma." She nods and walks to the counters. You turn towards the stairs walking slowly until a gently breeze makes its way up your thighs. 'I'm only wearing a shirt!?! I can't go downstairs like this.' You turn around and walk over to Emma.

"Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" She looks down at your bare legs and blushes. She looks over to the bedroom.

"We still have clothes my mommy wore. You can try to fit in them." You nod and follow her as she walks into the room. The room is simple, it contained a bed on the left wall and a wardrobe on the opposite side of the door. To the left was another room, which you guess is a bathroom. Emma walks to the wardrobe and hesitantly pulls out a long gray skirt and a (F/C) shirt. (Author-chan: The outfit looks like the picture but I changed the colors. I also suggest the shirt be in black. I suggest black for all of the 'F/C' thingys but that's just me) She hands them to you before bending down again to grab black boots and a...what is that weird, white piece of fabric. Its ridged with strings hanging down from it- Oh no, its a corset. You are not wearing that.