Once Upon His Time... [On Hold]

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Beginning Storm

After the bright light dies down, I realize I'm truly not at home anymore.  

Where am I?! What happened?!  

I look back into the library room, which remains normal. I turn my gaze forward and out the door, taking in the astounding scenery. The bright light comes from the two suns that shine above. Wait - two suns?! The sky is a bright purple, the clouds are a normal, pure white. The grass is an unusual shade of blue that attracts the eye; its soft, long blades tempting me to lay in it. I stare in awe at the tall green trees that cover the earth, surrounding me, but letting the light filter through open spaces. It is clear I'm in some sort of forest, but where is this forest placed? I look over my shoulder, finding relief in the fact that the library door is still open, revealing a shelter for me. It's obvious that I have to explore this place - wherever this place is.  

I take a step forward, feeling relief of the fact that I am wearing running shoes. I take another step, feeling my shoes flatten the long, soft blades of blue grass.  

Before I take another step, I turn around and sprint back into the library. My mother told me she always kept a knife somewhere here for protection. After a few good minutes of searching, I finally find it under the couch where I had been sitting. It is at this time that I realize the book -- Callisto -- is completely gone. I'm almost positive I'd left it on the couch...  

I shrug away the though, focusing on more important things.  

For some strange reason, I had found an ankle strap along with the knife to hold it around your ankle. Why would she have that?  

I ignore the thought, grateful either way for her strange ways. I wrap the strap around my ankle and attach firmly before slipping the knife into the holder. It grips the knife tightly.  

Always be armed, right?  

I walk back out into the cool air, the feeling of crisp Autumn air caressing my face. I look at my surroundings, still overwhelmed by what happened.  

What happened to my home? Why is everything else gone but the library room is still here?  

And most importantly... why do I have the feeling that the book had caused this?  

Callisto, it is a strange book, but obviously normal. A book can't cause things like this; it is impossible.  

"Nothing is impossible..."  

I spin around, eyes wide.  

Who said that?  

"Only the little voice inside your head..."  

I step back, feeling my back press against a large tree.  

"Show yourself!" I shout into the air, hearing my voice echo across the trees, scattering my voice for miles. My hand inches towards the knife at my ankle.  

"There is no use in attacking me; I am your conscience... you cannot kill me..." The voice speaks once more.  

My frantic eyes search everywhere, finding nothing unusual.  

"That is ridiculous -- there is no such thing as a voice in your head. It is impossible!" I tell the air.  

"Did you not hear me before? Nothing is impossible, at least; not in this world." The voice is light, teasing.  

Male?  

No, it can't be.  

Maybe I'm going insane? Yes, that is exactly it.