30 July 2012
I'd crawled a cottage panting, and starving.
The cottage was made completely of natural sources. Sturdy earth and stone walls, a thick grass and hay roof, a slice of an oak tree for a door, and I wondered if whoever lived there was strong enough to hurl it open.
I rise from the stone path, and gently stroke all dust off me, in the hope I wouldn't look completely disgusting.
I give the door 3 mighty smacks. No answer. I try again, 1, 2, 3.
I hear footsteps, and a male voice self scolding.
The door slowly opens, and a boy not much older than my 16 years.
He stares at me wide eyed.
"Uh I'm, well, I was hoping someone would be here see-" I try.
"I've been here 6 years at least, and never have I seen a soul. And you," he says pointing, "You expect me to believe that your actually here."
Not what I was expecting, well 6 years of this, alone, would make you crazy.
"I knew it would come to hallucinations, I did, I really did!"
"I'm real! Seriously, I've just crawled my way here, and got stuck with... A crazy fool!" I snap, growing impatient.
Watchers Fall 3 • Opuss № I