If the mountains could speak

Chapter 2

A tall dark haired man was watching a little girl with dark red hair falling down her back in waves from the doorway of her room, shes looking out the window with worried eyes, her little white hands clenched the pale blue chipped widowsill. He watched as her eyes flickered to the forest and back to the little meadow in front of their house two storeys down, she let a cautious sound out of her throat. He knew that she didn't know he was here, just like she didn't know he sung to her every night and watched her dream. She was holding something in her hand, puzzled he leaned forward to take a better look and gasped when he realized what it was, he was to late he thought, they already have their filthy claws into her, somehow, somehow he didn't see, didn't know. In her little hand she grasped a medallion roughly the size of a large coin, it was black and sparkled with some strange dust, not strange he corrected himself, its their love, they coat things in love, he though with disgust. He knew what shape it would be, a dragon a black dragon. The little girl swung around at the sound of his gasp and a puzzled look crossed her face, ''Sam? what are you doing here?'' . He felt his heart wrench, shes never waiting for me, not for me.

I awoke with a gasp, my back and arms screamed in protest. Every cell in my body ached, my dream hammered against my skull. what was that about? why was i a child and Sam, well, Sam? it cant be real can it? it cant be a real memory. Even my thoughts sounded uncertain. Pushing herself up her elbows scraped something hard and uresisting, she froze, they had but her in a cage. a cage, her dumbfounded mind muttered. Slowly getting up she scanned her surroundings, all she could see was the bars of the cage which was a dull gold colour and what appeared to be a silver or grey cloth thrown over it. it must be a really big cloth she thought mildly, its a very big cage. '' hello?'', she called, the sound muffled by the close surroundings. The was a scuffling noise outside followed by fast foosteps. The cloth was ripped away and she blinked in the sudden harsh sunlight. ''mo chuid is mó ionúin?'' (translation; my most beloved) i looked up and at first all i could see was a pair of molten grey eyes looking intently down at me as if i was the most fascinating thing in the world. I was taken aback for a second and my anger evaporated. '' Um...'' i muttered trieing to look away. My hesitation cost me dearly, he grabbed my shoulders and swung my into his arms as if i was as light as a feather. I felt my face go slack with shock and my eyes widen. Nobody. Nobody in my entire life picked me up and didn't immediately clutch there back in what i always guessed was a serious break in sanity. Suddenly a little nasty voice in my head hissed AUTUMN! somebody who has kidnapped you, stuck you in a cage and is probably going to slowly eat you IS NOW CARRYING YOU TOP A UNKNOWN LOCATION! DO SOMETHING!. I desperately searched my mind for the self defense classes i had gone to but i just drew blank,  maybe it was because his hands clutched my back in such a warm reassuring way and how he looked down at me  with such love every few seconds, I didn't know who this man was, if he even was a man, but i knew one thing from the ferocity in his eyes, he wouldent hurt me. I let my head lol to the side as the gentle rythm of his footsteps calmed me, i couldent see much, we must be traveling very fast, only blurs of green as what looked like fields and medows flew by, and then, i noticed with a gasp, we began climbing the air, there was no other word for it, i was suspended in mid air. With a cry i grabbed his shirt and pulled myself closer towqards him, i fel;t a low chuckle run through him, '' im so glad my fear amuses you'', i say sarcastically, the tone is slighjtly marred by my bare fear. We stop and he gently places me n the floor, o stumble ungrafully and glare at him from under my lashes. He takes a step forward and gently places his hand on my face, thoughtfully, ''mian leo liom d'fhéadfaí tú a thuiscint dom an, ba mhaith liom a insint duit an oiread sin ...'', ( translation'i wish you could understand me, i wish to tell you so  much...) '' ach i suprence beidh sé teacht, tá mé díreach impatient'' ( but i suppose it will come, i am just impatient) i looked at him, and yeat again i wished i knew what he was saying with such intensity. Turning away he spoke to one of what i assumed was a guard by the rigid way he stood.