DEVIANT

The Warlock (2)

Emmy woke up and she was in a rocking carriage.  The sun was high up in the sky as Emmy froze, thinking about what had happened to her when she ran away from the Cherry Blossom House.  She thought back and wished she never have run away. Maybe the hell she knew is better than the hell she didn’t.

She slowly turned her head to the right and across from her sat a beautiful man.  His hair was down to his shoulders and glistened black. His deep set eyes were black as night.  He had a long straight nose and thin, strict lips. He would be considered handsome if he smiled.

But with his wooden expression, Emmy shivered in fear.  Who is this man and where is she? How did she get here?  

“You’re awake?”  The wooden man said as he pulled out a leather flask.  “Drink. You must be thirsty.”

Emmy looked at the flask, then looked at the man before looking back at the flask.   Her throat was dry and she was hungry. She slowly reached out and grabbed the leather flask and opened it.  Emmy smelled the opening to see if it had a strange smell before she brought it to her mouth and drank the water.

“Slowly.”  The man said.  “Slowly.”

Emmy did what the man asked and slowly drank.  When her belly was full of water, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, in a very unladylike manor before closing the flask and handing it back to the man.    

“Are you mute?”  The man asked. “Is that why you do not speak?”  

Emmy looked at him for a long time before shaking her head no.  

“No, you are not mute or no, you do not speak?”  The man clarified.

“The first.”  Emmy said softly.  Her throat hurt and couldn’t say more than that.  

“Good.”  The man said before he turned his face towards the other side of the window and stared out of it, completely ignoring Emmy.  

Emmy sighed with relief before she too turned her head to the side and looked out the window.  What she saw completely surprised her.

Instead of trees and forestry, they were surrounded by mile and miles of farmland.  There were two suns in the sky. One that shined bright yellow, the other shining red.  Emmy sat up and stuck her head out the window and looked behind the carriage. But it was the same scenery.  

Seeing that she was well and truly lost, what can she do?  Cry? What tears does she have left to cry? Those that she loved, have died.  Those that she had relied upon have turned their backs on her. Who else could she rely on, but herself.  There was no use in crying. It would just be a waste of time.

So what if she is lost.  So what if she is now in a different country? She had long ago lost her home, where could she go now? Who would be there waiting for her?  Her home, will be where she makes it.

After collecting herself she pulls her head back in and sits down comfortably before closing her eyes to rest.       

“Not crying?”  The man asked.

Emmy shook her head no.  

“Not going to ask me where you are?”  

Emmy shook her head no again.  

“Not going to ask me who I am?”   

Emmy shook her head no again.  She figured, if he wanted to tell her who he is, he would have done it by now.  If he wanted to tell her later, then she’ll learn it later. What is the use of asking him, his name, when she is his captive.  The less she knew, the more she’ll have a better chance at living.

The man looked at the average girl with deep, soul piercing eyes that were now closed as if she fell asleep and he snorted in dismay.

“This little girl is truly interesting.”