Chapter Two: Point
I woke up with a straw bag over my head, covering my face, my hands, feet and legs tightly bound by something itchy, and I am ninety-eight percent positive that I am in some kind of a carriage. It was daytime because light was streaming through the bag and the sun felt warm on my skin.
Usually people panic when they're in this kind of situation, especially if the straw bag smells like fresh dog poo and mold and if they're in a carriage that could probably mean that they've been sent to a rural area. Away from home. Kidnapped. I'm probably up for ransom.
I stayed calm. Knowing that if I let my claustrophobia overwhelm me, I'd get an asthma attack and probably die.
I tried to get my hands and legs free but gave up immediately. I kind of wished that I had super strength but nope there was no use. I just prayed to God that if I die tonight, hopefully I don't get raped before or after. I also prayed that I won't get an asthma attack from this claustrophobic mess. I made sure that I was being calm. Things'll just get worse if I panic. My heart is being a big bitch, though.
The last thing I remembered was the blond Satanist getting pissed after I shot him five times. Who wouldn't, right? The pellets were to weak to get through his leather vest so it didn't really hurt him. He just swatted the gun away from my hand like it was nothing and I blacked out.
The carriage halted. I heard the driver get down and greet someone nearby. They then started whispering as if I could understand whatever they're talking about or maybe they're plotting some sort of scheme. Hopefully its not about how they'll sell me off to a drug cartel, human trafficking or human sacrifice. I don't have anyone that'll try and save me like that dude in Taken and I'm not ready to be sacrificed to Satan. I thought of my parents. My family is still probably inanimate. I tried not to think if they'd still be alive after what happened.
They stopped whispering after a good argument or two. Then damp hands grabbed my arm and sat me up.
The man started talking to me. I could tell that he was the blond Satanist. His voice was smooth and clear. Like a president's. It was weird because he sounded like he's trying to give me instructions like if I didn't follow them I'd die or something. He didn't say much and the only thing I got from all that he said was "shush".
Was he asking me to stay quiet?
"I can't understand you." I tried to reason with him. "No comprende. Por favor. Let me go. Take me back. Please." I could feel my tears welling up as I spoke. I started to sob, too.
"Shhh." He patted my head and started to talk again as if trying to calm me. "Shhh." He unbound my hands and feet and carried me down the carriage.
My legs must have fallen asleep because I could barely feel them as he tried to help me stand up. I then took off the bag over my head and gasped.
What I saw was something that you only see in movies or if you're high on shit.
I was on top of a cliff overlooking a large walled city surrounded by trees with red leaves and paper white wood. In the middle of the city was a protruding structure made out of glass and stone that shined like gold underneath two suns. Was there a place on earth that had two suns? I would've learned it in school by now if there was. Where the hell was I? I was expecting that the blond had taken me somewhere where he could sell me off, not in another world. I have to be dreaming, right? How am I supposed to go home now? Was I even going home?
I am never going home. I cried my eyes out now.
The blond hurriedly pointed at the city and said "Sylgoria". I looked at him, trying to figure out what he trying to say. Then he pointed at himself "Arkos ". So his name is Arkos. Was he trying to make me stop crying by giving me language lessons?
YOU ARE READING
GAEA
AdventureEvery summer, Mai and Cala must at least have one sleepover. It has always been tradition. Binging on junk food, movies and dreams, it's every teenager's sleepover ritual. But what happens if two men crash their party and take them to another world...