Into Another Time

Medieval Village Tour

"Wake up, Emma..."

"Emma? Wake up!"

"WAKE UP, EMMA!!"

The sound of someone's yelling jerked me from my sleep and I fall face-first onto the ground. I groaned from the pain and slowly got up to see a laughing girl standing infront of me. Wait, who is this?. And this isn't my bed or room...what!?

Suddenly the events of yesterday flooded into my mind. Chloe, Shawn, Nicole etc, waking up in the 12th century and running from the strange man, meeting Amelia and Barrett, her mom...

Oh. Amelia. A wave of unease washed over me and pooled in my stomach from the confirmation that was not a dream.  This really happened. I really am in the 12th century. " What are you thinking about, sleepyhead?", Amelia teased. Her voice broke me out of my thoughts," Why did you have to scream so loud? I fell off the bed because of you, Amelia", I rolled my eyes as she laughed again.

"The sun has been up for HOURS now, Emma, how can you sleep so late?"

" It's not like I have anything real to do"

Her smile faded away at my words and she looked serious as she cautiously crept towards me.  I looked to her with confusion as she bit her lip and stood closer to my left, as if unsure of how to say what she wanted to say. " Emma..they", she whispers in my ear," They are discussing your marriage downstairs.."

Instantly my mind goes into overdrive and my relaxed stance became alert," What!?", I loudly exclaimed. Amelia put her finger to her lips with a pleading look, silently asking me to lower my voice. The volume of my voice comes down to a quiet decibel but my panic does not," Who is 'they'?"," Mother and the priest", she whispers back," He came in an hour ago and any moment my mother will call you out to introduce-"

As if Mrs Roth heard it, she called out," Amelia! Bring out Emma, Father Thomas wishes to see her"

Amelia and I looked at each other, terrified of what was outside her room. She clasped my hand in hers and passed me a look of reassurance before responding to her mother," yes, Mother, we will be right out!". " Come on, we don't have much time, get dressed", she said as she quickly passed me a modest green tunic-gown dress. She helped me put it and closed the neck with the brooch from yesterday. As I stepped into the shoes she gave me yesterday, I asked her if she had anything to brush hair. She hurriedly placed a very fine toothed comb in my hand, so they did have combs in this era, who could have guessed...

"Hurry up!"

I quickly combed my hair and gave the comb back to her. The good thing about this period was I didn't have to bother with makeup or styling my hair I guess, even though I still had to brush my teeth and take a bath. Oh well..

I took a deep breath as Amelia led me out of the room and into the living room where her mom and the priest were conversing. He was wearing a cream colored tunic that fell to his feet with a wide belt around his waist and a stole wrapped around his shoulders-quite different from the ordinary man's attire. He radiated the same religious and reserved aura as any ordinary priest but I knew he had to be a way bigger deal than priests in the 21st century. Afterall, the church played a huge role in this period as compared to mine. Mrs Roth noticed us and beamed," Ah! There, they are. Amelia and Emma", the priest turned to face us, he gave Emma a fleeting look before his gaze fixated at me. I felt vulnerable under his gaze because the way his eyes studied me, like a long-awaited surpize and now he's finally seeing it. He was trying to assess me. He wasn't overtly serious or authoritative and but he also didn't look like very friendly either. This looked like it could go either way. AND this is the guy I have to be wary of, I knew if anyone would believe in witches and evil, it was the church....