phoenix

Part 2

I stayed in the little room, I didn't know why, I just felt like leaving was a bad idea. Although, whilst I stayed in the room waiting for the old woman to return, my imagination ran wild. At times I couldn't tell what was real and what was just, imaginary. The golden red feather of which glowed in the fires light often glowed on its own, when the room was darker as if it was a light. I didn't believe my own eyes and just figured it was some sort of reflection. Like at the falls. The light bounces of the falls creating a rainbow. Like in a fairy tale!

I knew the woman would return. Never crossed my mind that she wouldn't. She would go in the morning just before I woke, and be back in the evening when the sky turns a shade of violet purple and bids the sun good night. We still communicate silently as if was in an old black and white movie. As I thought this I snickered, then the door opened to reveal the old lady once more smiling like always, same time same smile. We had jumbo again like every other night. I would bow my head after, and change and go to sleep.

Again in the morning she was gone.

I decided that the feather glowing couldn't be a reflection, as I stood in front of the little window. It was glowing with no light source. Imagination.no. I walked over to the feather that was high upon the shelf. As I went to touch it, standing on my tip toes, a loud crash shook me over and to the ground. As I pulled myself together and at up, the little feather floated down and perched upon my head, as if was still attached to whatever bird it had come off.

I took the feather and walked over to the door, but stopped as I reached the door handle. Won't it be locked? I thought to myself, I looked down at the feather in my other hand now glowing brighter!

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The door to my surprise was unlocked, I took a step outside. My feet immediately ravelled in the snow covered ground.

I looked up, as I did I was met with a unusual sight.

Outside the little room of which I was cooped up in, was grand mountains that stood proud and tall. The mountains were littered with green dots. Trees. The whites, greys and greens merged into the mountain to make a splendid sight, showing the natural beauty of this earth.

But this is not of this earth.

Where am I?

The sparkling mountains shimmered in the morning sun, of which created a beautiful sight, rare for any humans eyes. The mountains were unearthly as if were from some distant planet. Beyond the glistening mountains was the low hanging sun slowly moving up, the scene made me think of the lion king or a romantic film. Like the ones I and my friend liked to mock. I miss her stupid laugh and her perfectionist attitude...and my mum and... where am i?

I walked around a bit trying to make out anything that may give me a clue to where I was, but nothing. As I keep walking around, my feet started to hurt. As if the snow had turned to daggers. I tried to bear it keep looking for a hint to my location. Too much. I ran back in the room. As I stepped in the room my feet stopped hurting, the pain had completely gone.

I was still grasping the little feather in my hand. Left. I wasn't going to lose like that I thought.

As night rolled by I awaited the little old woman's return...I waited and waited and waited. As I was waiting I started to watch the flames from the old fire dance and play with each other. As the room began to grow darker, then. Sleep.

"Mum, look what I found it's a bug!"

"How *couth* wonder fully my dear"

"Mummy? MUMMY!"

I awoke in a cold sweat. The room was spinning. What? Next to me was the old woman reading a old looking book. The book was large I would guess 1000 pages or more. The book had a red cover with a golden border. The woman flicked through it, as if was truly in the book. She turned to see me looking up at her. I was in the bed, blankets piled up with a wet towel on my four head.