Soldier, Poet, King.

Chapter 2 - Fawnhill Village

" 'Cervitauer'? Mikel asked. 'That's a mythical creature'. 'It's probably friendly, let's go talk to it. Maybe it can tell us something about this place'. said Douglas. Ely nodded her head in agreement. The cervitauer seems to be female. As they walk over to the creature, it spots them and turned to face them.

Ely got the first word. 'Hello, my name is Ely and this is Mikel and Douglas' she said gesturing to the boys beside her. 'We are lost and have no knowledge of where we are. Could you please help us find shelter'? The cervitauer smiled bright at them. 'Of course, I own a pub just a few cabins from here. We can talk there' she spoke, in a smooth southern accent.

The three trailed behind her, chatting hushed. Douglas finally got a good look at the cervitauer. She was short and had some weight to her. Her brown hair was tied in a loose bun, a few stay strands flowing behind her. She was wearing a orange button-up on top of what seemed to be a red and white checkered dress.

Mikel's eyes glided over thier sorrunding. The village was placed in the outskirts of a enormous forest. On the sides of the gravel paths, there was lanterns swaying on poles, giving on a soft light in the day that was coming to an end. They stopped at a beautyful pub. It looked old and reminded Mikel of London, for some reason.

The cervitauer opened the door and stepped aside. The three walked inside, looking around. 'Oh my goodness, I haven't even told yall my name'. The cervitauer exclaimed. 'The name's Bertha Dough. It's a pleasure to meet you three'. There was a brief silence, as the three young people looked around. Bertha clapped her hands together. 'Now, I'm sure you're starving. What do yall say to some food? It's on the house'. The eyes of the three humans lit up..

---------A little skip in time and space----------

The three humans closed the door to the bedroom. They had just finished thier dinner with Bertha. She had offered them shelter for the night, bringing up her mini hotel she had alongside of her pub. She had led them up old, squeaking, dark oak stairs, and showed them a big, open bedroom with four beds. She had waved them a good-night, and had left them alone.

'We do not have any night attire' Ely said. That was when they all realised, that they really had lost everything when they woke up in this world. Ely sighed, as her eyes landed on a bathroom door. She hurried inside and walked out in an oversized t-shirt, that she apparently had on beneath her clothes.

'If only I had known that I would wake up in a random world. Then I would have put on more practical clothes' Douglas said jokingly. The others let out a few chuckles. 'If only'. Mikel answered quietly.

They all went under thier covers, and Mikel blev out the lantern.

--------------------- The next day ----------------------

It was a fresh day, Douglas was the first awake. He sat up in his way too comfortable bed, and put on the rest of his clothes. The others stirred awake in thier beds.

Mikel woke up to the sunlight shining down in the room, through the window. In a second, he did not remember where he was. If it was a blissful or painful second, he did not really know. He had grown fond of these strangers, and of this wierd fantasy land. He pushed the thought away and got out of bed.

----------- A hop, a skip and a jump --------------

The birds were chirping outside. Ely sat at a table, chatting with Bertha in a hushed tone. Bertha was standing at a counter, her back facing Ely as they talked. Bertha was working away at a sourdough, her own recipe. Ely took a sip of water, while she thought about what to say next. 'So, tell me more about this village. I want to know'. Bertha let out a loud, heartfelt laugh, indicating that she was in a great mood. She started talking. 'Just two cabins from here, there is a smith. He lives alone with his only child, a young and chippper person. Down at the end of the road, there is a farmer. He lives with his wife and two sons. A happy old guy he is'. There was a pause. She started again, a bit more hushed and laced with what seemed to be fear, suddenly serious. 'Our beautiful little village is under the power of the king. He controls everything. And to be quite honest with you, I do not like him. No one does. He is incredibly strict and many of us has lost our head because of disobedience'. She stopped talking, like she was afraid that anyone was going to hear them. Silence overtook the kitchen, the only sound was the dough being beaten. Bertha continued, quiet but still comforting. 'But do not worry your pretty head about that right now. Let us get you all settled before anything big is going to happen'. And with that, the conversation was over. Ely stood up, ready to resume helping Bertha.

Douglas and Mikel walked back towards the pub. Mikel sighed, looking around. It was really a great little village, and oh, so beautiful. Mikel tripped over a big rock, and almost dropped all the sticks and branches he held in his arms. 'Whoa, careful there. We do not want to pick up all these sticks again' Douglas laughed. Mikel chuckled along, he was in a great mood. They were carrying all of these sticks, because Bertha needed them for her fireplace. They finally reached thier destination. They both kicked off thier shoes, and dumped the sticks  beside the fireplace. 'Were home'! Yelled Mikel. Ely's head popped out of the kitchen. 'Great, I can not wait to tell you all about this'! She exclaimed happily. "