Two Worlds Collide

Chapter Two

The day continued. But it seemed less colorful. The daisies seemed to droop, the trees were bare, the sky was grey. And Seirra's heartfelt empty. Well, of course, her heart couldn't feel anything. But I'm not talking literally. Her steps were heavy, and her thoughts were troubled.

Why would Mistress smile, as if she knew what I was feeling? It confused her. The smile was warm, as if full of understated, and the same longing look was on the Mistresses eyes. Her normally cold blue eyes were inviting. Her black hair glimmering with a warm halo, not a cold glare of one. But she gave up on thinking.

She kept walking along the street, not forgetting the errand Mistress Sharp had sent her on. Seirra needed to get cloth and soap. A new child had come, it was a sweet three years old named Tommy. Tom for short. He was a happy child, not a care in the world.

Sighing she entered the old clothing store. It had a musky smell to it, but it wasn't a bad smell. It reminded her of her old home, in Germany. A crooked open sign hung in the small window encased with bricks.

The store was small and not well lit. The clerk, Mr. Harrison was standing, his worn apron full of well-used supplies.

"Hello, Mr. Harrison!" Seirra tried to exclaim brightly.

A look of understating entered the old man's lukewarm brown eyes.

"Hello Seirra, thinking of home again?"

Tears started to fill up in the girl's eyes. "Yes, Sir." She tried to hold them back, but one soon strolled down her cheek.

"It's okay to cry. Anyhow, how else can I help you?" The tough-skinned man asked.

"I need four yards of your cotton fabric," Seirra said, nodding through the pain.

The man went to the cream-colored cloth and grabbed his favorite pair of scissors that were in his apron pocket. He cut exactly four yards. It took years of practice, which is what Mr. Harrison had, to cut such a neat line. He bagged the cloth and handed it to the auburn-haired girl.

"Thank you, Sir," Seirra spoke, it barely being a whisper.

"Of course Seirra! Have a great rest of your day!" He smiled.

She smiled back, not responding. As she left the old brick store, something opened up beneath her.

Black, then blue, then purple, pink, a creamy yellow, and then finally white. The colors enveloped her. There was nothing, and then stars. Then it came. The rushing blood to her face, the feeling of fire on her cheeks. Adrenaline, fear. Seirra wasn't sure. All she could feel was nothingness, and she liked this feeling. It wasn't a feeling as if she was falling, more like a feeling of slowly being carried to the ground on a blanket of satin, or silk.

The feeling was far away, but close. And Seirra basked in it.

Then it happened, the true feeling of falling. The gravity pulled her closer, and closer to the ground that seemed to come nearer. She was falling very fast with nothing to stop her from becoming a pancake on this new land. But then, as she reached the trees, a force seemed to pull her back, like a seatbelt.

Her head snapped back. All she could remember was being gently laid down on the soft, green grass.

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Seirra blinked, her head pounding with a headache. Fully opening her eyes, she took in her surroundings. Mountainous shapes were looming in the distance. Flower patches were all around her. Giant trees that weren't far away gave her the strength to stand up. Walking to them was like a water illusion in the desert. The closer she got, the farther away they seemed.