The Twelfth Generation

Chapter 5

Once again I wake up in a bed, but this time its outside by a campfire. The bed is a mere blanket on the ground with a pillow and another blanket on me.  

I look at the fire and think of my mother. Suddenly her face is in the fire. I stare at her longingly. 

"Why are you looking at the fire like that?" His voice snaps me out of my trance and I glare at him. 

"Why the HELL am I here?! Why did you take me?! And where exactly IS here?!" I almost yell, but when I look at him, I instantly stop those thoughts as I look down and through the connection I felt a great sadness. I instantly throw off my blanket and run his side. I grab his face in my hands and turn him to face me. I search his face to see what's wrong and with the help of our connection I learn that it was...my fault. I was yelling at him and he agreed. "I'm sorry." I said looking into his eyes. 

"What for? You're right. I should've asked you." He tore his face from my grip and looked away.  

"You thought it was right." I say as I stand and go back to my bed.  

"Get some sleep. We leave before dawn." He said as he laid down.  

"Alright, but you're explaining everything in the morning." I said and stared at the picture of my mother in the fire till sleep over came me.  

I wake to the smell of smoke. I open my eyes and find the fire wood smoldering.  

Slowly sitting up, I take off my blanket and look at where the guys bed is. 

He wasn't there.  

I get up and look around frantically. Hopelessly, I didn't find him. I finally decide that all I can do is wait for him to come back. If he ever comes back.  

I busy myself by playing with the fire.  

I decide the fire needs more wood and he's not coming anytime soon.  

I get up and slowly walk into the woods making sure I go in a straight path so I don't lose my way.  

As I go along, I gather meager sticks that have fallen from the trees. Apparently branches have never fallen from any of these trees. Only twigs and sticks. Hardly enough to make the fire he made.  

I just have to make multiple trips. As I go along with my tiny pile, I sense a presence watching me. I look around, but find nothing.

I continue to geothermal twigs. Then I feel the presence once again. This time when I turn I see someone in the shadow of a tree near me.

I sneak around the tree to surprise the stalker.

When I round the bend of the tree trunk the perpetrator was no where in sight. I huff in frustration. "Looking for me? " said a voice from above me.

"Who are you?" I yell towards the darkness above me.

"I..." he said while jumping down. "am some one whose been looking for you, love. "

British? Didn't expect that. Or how attractive it was. I've never really liked the accent, but him? Oh, I could warm up to it very nicely.