The Esmeraldas- Return Of Angerlus Mortis

Chapter 3

Abigail stood, with her backpack hanging over her shoulder, by the fountain in Forsyth Park. She wore a red checkered shirt with her curls falling freely down her back. Her top was plain white with patterns and her skinny jeans were ripped at the knees. Abigail was the typical skater looking girl. Despite the boyish appearance, she was definitely a girly girl. Her eyes were bright green with a brownish outer circle, followed by her plump pink lips. It wasn't hard to confess that Abigail was a beautiful girl. She knew her makeup like the back of her palm and has an excellent fashion sense.

The park was filled with elders, walking hand in hand down the pathway, talking about the good ol days. Sometimes she imagined being old, living with her future husband and wondering what that life could be like. She never thought much about it, only about the work side of life. Growing up, she was afraid to even think about the future, never mind a family or learning to live with a boy. Abigail was a difficult being, she liked to be alone but enjoyed the company of others. How complicated could she get?

The clock hit midday as she lent against the side of the fountain, staring into the drops of water trickling down the side. He still hasn't showed, maybe he was a fake? She wondered around the side, kicking the air with frustration. How could this happen? She was so blind to fear, that she was willing to meet a random guy in the park. At least it was a public place? Yet, it still felt unsafe. He could be a lunatic for goodness sake. Then again, she wasn't saner.

"Abigail?" Said a voice. The voice was masculine, yet still a hint of young. Abigail turned and stared at the stranger. He was smaller than she imagined, but it'll do. All she wanted was answers, some type of reassurance that she's not mad, that this is actually real.

He rubbed his thumb across his glasses and smiled hesitantly. Behind the glasses lay a thin boy around her age with hazel eyes and a thin button nose. His hair was scruffy, but seemed to look good upon his head. He wore a buttoned down jumper with baggy jeans.

"Hello" Abigail offered her hand, watching the small boy lean forward and shake her hand. Nervous was an understatement with this kid. He knew not to meet strangers in parks, but at least she was a girl and not some weird guy on the internet pretending.

When he received the message, he found it intriguing that someone had taken notice in his blog and would be interested in knowing more. It wasn't often people believed in his research and all the sweat and tears he had put into finding these facts. Facts, that's what it was, not some made up stories like most people think. It was all non-fiction, something he had found and escaped from. But no one had believed him, until now.

"It's nice to see you're in fact a girl!" He giggled, sitting down on the nearest bench and watching her trail behind.

"Well, vise versa! It's nice to see you're in fact a dork instead of a lunatic." Abigail said, sitting down next to him, swinging the backpack onto the floor by her feet and gazed over towards him. His eyes wandered away from hers to his fingertips laying in his lap. Abigail found him kind of cute? His freckles were small and orange looking, but he wasn't a ginger kid, he was brunette.

He looked very clean, considering most boys her age probably didn't know what a shower was. As gross as that is, it was true. This decision to meet a random stranger was risky- yes.

However, Abigail was begging to find the answers to the questions she's been thinking of since day one. He's got to know something and she's betting he does.

"So, what do you know about the Elder? I mean, what even is it?" Said Abigail, getting straight to the point.

"Ah, you have not found it yet?" He said, smiling slightly. He knew being here today was a big moment. Maybe talking to a stranger about this would help his mind settle. He couldn't speak to his friends, because they thought he was insane and his parents had taken his computer games away, thinking they were influencing his new stories.