The Truth Over The Wall

Chapter 9

Dominic felt a horrible pang go off in his head as he tried to open his eyes.

"Oh, you're up," he heard a voice exclaim from beside him, "Oh, thank God! Don't get up if it still hurts. Here,"

He felt something cold and wet being pressed against his forehead. It felt good until it touched the back of his head.

"Aah!" Dominic sat up gripping the back of his head. He saw a brightness beneath his barely opened eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" The same voice from before cried, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's alright," Dominic groaned, "It's my head. It's sore..."

Dominic trailed off when he remembered. He had been hit on the back of the head. He pushed his eyes open and found himself inside.

He had been lying on a settee in a large room with a high, cream colored roof and exposed dark wood beams. There was more of the dark wood in the furniture around him as he turned his head in a circle to figure out where he was.

His head stopped to his left to a girl that sat in a chair just beside him. She had her arm raised towards Dominic while she held a small cloth.

His eyes lifted from the cloth to her face realizing she had been pressing the cloth against his head. To help his injury.

"Hello," she said pulling her hand back and standing up, "How are you feeling now?" she asked nervously, "Any better?"

Dominic was about to reply when he stopped. There was something familiar about her.

She had an oval face and bright hazel eyes. She wore a long, pale blue dress that covered her feet as she continued to look at him, waiting for a reply.

"You shouldn't touch it you know," she told him, "It's probably still tender." She shook her head at him.

As she shook her head, her dark hair waved about her, left and right.

Pale blue dress, long dark hair...

Dominic jumped over the side of the settee so fast Amara was left stunned and wide eyed.

"Alright," Amara said holding her hands up, asking him to stay calm, "I can explain-"

"It's you!" Dominic pointed a finger at her accusingly, "You attacked me the in the woods!"

Amara's head dipped as she blinked at him, incredulous. "Excuse me?

"I did no such thing," Amara told him as she curled her hands into fists and rested them on her hips, "You trespassed into my house. And then you tried to sneak up on me while armed. I thought I'd teach you a lesson!"

"A lesson?" Dominic almost laughed as his hands sought his sword, "By turning into a monster! And then attacking me from behind!"

"I did not hit you!" Amara said aghast and then dropped her head in her hands, "Would you just calm down and let me explain? Please?"

"If you didn't hit me, then who did?"

"I did!" Ash declared as she marched right up to him. "It was me!"

Ash was barely half his size but that did nothing to quay the angry, rebellious expression on her face as she told him,

"An' I'd do it again!" she told him, poking Dominic in the chest, "Just who do ya think ya are? Wavin' about yer sword like that? You coulda hit ma girl?"

"Madam," Dominic took a deep breath, "Her eyes were pulsing red; she grew fangs and talons - her whole face changed before my very eyes! What did you expect me to do?"