Abigail Jane

Chapter 2

 I woke up late in the day. The morning sunshine blinded me from my window. It was a normal day, but last night was not. Memories came rushing back to me of last night. I was so confused. Hadn't I had the dream, then went outside? How did I get from the outside to my bed? Was it all another dream?

There was too many questions and not enough answers. I was not afraid anymore. Something did happen but I was going to find out what. The images I saw in the dream could not have been dreams, they were too real and I knew were to start. The girl In my dream had to have been the girl in the grave, she just had to be.

I got my clothes on, grabbed a notebook and pen and started

heading out the door. I would tackle this like a school project, notes and studying. I headed out to refind the grave. I saw a crumbling grave and instantly recognized it. The other graves around were in better condition. Our town took pride in their care of graves. History is what brought people to this town and we wanted to preserve it.

This grave was different. It had vines growing around it, and it was crumbling. I looked closer, vines of morning glory seemed to be entwined with stone as if it was one. Most of the graves with little exception were made of pure granite. This one was made of cobblestone, which means it was way cheaper and this grave was spared expense.

If the little girl had died from the dear attack than why was she less valued? She looked like any other girl from the time period on her grave. I could come to no logical conclusion. I sat down I searched the internet for at least an hour, nothing. No dear trampling superstitions, nothing I could find significant about the year of her death, nothing coming up at the search of the little girls name. It wa hoppless.

I wiped my head in frustration and exhaustion. I had forgotten how hot it was. I looked up the sun shined down on me with the full force of mid afternoon. How long had been out here. I looked at my watch it wasn't working. The time was stopped at 6:13, but it had to be around three. I sat down by a near tree. A whole in between the roots and the ground made almost a perfect seat. I sat down, and even though I had slept a long time last night I fell asleep again, letting the gentle song of the birds above me in the tree sing me a soothing lullaby. I gently closed my eyes and drifted away from reality.

I was back at a familiar scene, a young girl with red hair laid trampled on the forest ground, but something was different. There was footsteps running towards the girl. A man clothed in leather with tan skin and dark crows black hair came sprinting out of the woods. He saw the girl and looked shocked. He ripped a pieces of his soft leather clothing of and gently rapped what he could around the girls wounds. He than picked her up and carried her like a baby to a wild looking horse standing near by. They then trotted of into the forest.

I was now at an indian settlement, longhouses made of rough unsanded wooden planks lined an open area in the middle. The middle was full of fires and people working on thinks like baskets cooking and even skinning animals. The man on the horse with the little girl came riding into the village. The people at first thought the man was holding an animal he killed, but to their surprise the man held out and injured fiery little redhead girl.

The woman in the group immediately came to the girl and started tending to her wounds. They handled her like one of their own even though you could see confusion written down there faces. They rubbed foul smelling paste on her wounds and fed her a liquidy soup I could not identify.

I could see the man that had taken the little girl with him talking to other members of his tribe. There language sounded so strange but for some odd reason I could understand.The man's voice was husky as if very aged but it was clear to see he was in great fiscal shape.

He spoke to the others, "I was out hunting like no other day. I had a great large buck in sight and went to shoot it but I did not hit it. I had hit something else. A whiteface little girl was there and she had blended in with the forest so well I had not seen her. I looked around to see if anyone was with her and no one was. I could not let her die so I picked her up and brought her here."

" I will tell chief." one of the listeners examined, "We must not let the whitefaces know we have her."

I woke up. The sun was setting, a hazy pink blanketed the sky and tinting everything a same color. I groggily got myself up. I had to get home. I took my time on the way back stopping to look at some of the engraved polish stones as I passed them, I wasn't in a hurry. It's not like I had to get to bed after that nap and I had not plans.

As I walking I kept thinking about the kind indians that took the little girl in. Had the deer not killed her, and even if it had why was she buried in the old prodisten burial ground. There was more to this story, it was just unfolding and what ever happened or is happening I was going to figure it out.