emerald's fall

chapter one

chapter one

A strong breeze whooshed throughout the room, the curtains that hung over the small, open window danced along with the tune of the trees rustling outside.
A girl, no older than eighteen moved the slightest bit, and silently sat up in a bed.
She looked around, half awake, and quickly realised that the room she was in was not her own.
She screamed out, and jumped up from the bed she was in, flinging the blankets and duvet that cosseted her small frame to the side.
She quickly scurried to the side of the bed, her back leaning against a cream wall.
The door to the bedroom slid open, and a man came in, his muscular build shown through his loose-fitting shirt.
He had long, curly hair pulled up into a bun and sharp chartreuse eyes.
"W-who are you?!" She stammered. The man's eyes widened and he took a step in the room, closing the door behind him.
"Don't come any closer! Where am I?!" Her messy, long black hair shuffled slight and her hand tightly clenched the sheet below her.
"Don't worry, I saved ye' life," His deep, but soft voice replied,
"I'm, Ethan, this' my room." He finishes. A strong accent was present in his voice for Grace, and it reminded her of a light American accent.
"Why am I here?! How... did you save me?" She asked, her voice quieting at the end of her sentence.
Ethan's green, leafy eyes looked the girl up and down, he saw how frightened and threatened the girl felt. She wore one of Ethan's large shirts which length went down to her bare thighs.
"You's in the woods, alone. That's ya death. What'er you doing out there alone? There's many dangers even taking a step out 'ere." Ethan sighed deeply, and rubbed his temple.
"The forest? You mean a national reserve right? They're meant to be safe..." The girl was confused, and she took a gaze around the small bedroom.
There was a small set of drawers at the opposite side of the bed, and on it a frame and a small, glass bottle. There was a small ensuite door and a main door.
"What's a national reserve?" Ethan asked.
"And, what's ye name?" He peered down at the girl as she looked around the room. She brought her gaze back to Ethan, and stuttered.
"My name is... G-grace.." She replied, and looked down to her legs. There were bandages wrapped around them.
"What happened to me...? Last time I remember I was clearing my house to move..." Grace admitted.
"Maybe ya blacked out? It's August 15th today." Ethan stated. Grace's eyes shot up at Ethan's.
"A-August 15th?! It was April 27!" She exclaims.
"You're tricking me, aren't you?! Where am I really?!" Grace pulled her hands to her chest, and moved further away from Ethan, closer to the end of the bed.
"I'm ain't tricking ya, do you even want the year? 4046." He chuckled, and glanced toward the girl. He stiffened as he saw her freeze, and slowly turn her head toward Ethan.
"40...46...?" Silent tears fell down her face as she cupped her reddened cheeks in her palm.
"W-woah! Why are ya cryin'?!" Shocked, Ethan asked.
"You kidnapped me! It's 2023! Oh my god... I'm going to die here!" Frantically, Grace leaped from the bed and sprinted toward the main door, but before she could reach she was slammed against it. Ethan's strong arms pressed the door, making a barrier. Her brown eyes stare into Ethan's, and tears trickled down her cheek.
"You'll die out 'ere Grace! Without me, you'd be dead already!" Ethan shouted.
"Two thousand years! Stop lying to me!" She yelled back and she closed her eyes, taking in a sharp breath.
"I'm serious, Grace! It's the year 4046 and you're living in it! You must've teleported from your year to mine!" Ethan released Grace from the barrier he made, and walked to the bed and sat down with a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
"It's possible that ye teleported, but two thousand years? Anyways... I'm gon' make you something to eat, what'dya like?" Ethan asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Um, just a cup of water will do." Grace replied, still standing at the door. Ethan stood up and walked toward her, and cupped her check in his hand.
"You'll be alright here, 'kay? Don't worry." Ethan whispered, then exited out the door, locking it behind him.

"I need to get out of here... What would he do to me if I don't?" Quietly, Grace mumbled. Her eyes rested on the ensuite door, and slowly she made her way to it. Opening the door, Grace was welcomed by a small bathroom, with a shower, sink and toilet.
There was a small mirror above the sink and the walls were tiled. Grace looked around, and tried to find anything, like a key, to escape. She could only find a toothbrush, and a comb to her disadvantage, so she walked back into the bedroom.
Grace pulled out one of the six drawers in the set, and found men's clothes.
She opened another, and to her surprise held the jeans she was wearing the day she supposedly teleported from. She slipped them on and opened another drawer.
In it was a white mask with an over exaggerated face, Grace quickly slammed the door shut, not wanting to imagine what Ethan did with it. She spotted her black slip ons and tucked her feet inside them.
She turned around, and scanned the room again, and her eyes landed on the window. Grace immediately went for the window, tugging on the lock that latched the window in place. Swiftly, the window opened and grace peered outside.