6 December 2012
I look up to see a woman, dressed in reds blacks and browns, her auburn hair tied back into the Neatest bun I've ever seen, her face riddled with wrinkles, that centred around her worried smile.
"Are you alright dear?"
"Immm Finnee" I mumble
She walks towards me, bending down next to me, as I've almost collapsed on the floor.
"look at you, your clothes are a mess"
I look down to see what she means, my clothes are ripped ,dirty, and covered in tiny fragments of glass
"come here dear, I'll find you something better to wear"
As I manage, with the help of the lady, to get up we begin to walk.
"my names Maeve, Maeve Of red aces, may i ask yours?"
"Alleyen, but please, call me Allie"
"alright Allie, let's see what we can do"
Walking down this long canvas corridor makes my legs ache, but with Maeve holding me up I should make it to where ever we are going
"Here it is!"
We stop at a flap in the canvas tenting, identical to all the other gaps, I can't see any light coming out of the gap, it just looks dark
Maeve opens the flap and gestures for me to enter, I cautiously step into the pitch black room, Maeves footsteps crunch behind me.
As Maeve steps in, she claps and 2 dark red lamps flicker on to light up the small room, filled with wooden drawers, cabinets and chests.
"let me think... Ah this one!"
Maeve opens one of the wooden chests and pulls out a knee length cream dress in faded floral patterns.
She then goes to another chest and pulls out a pair of black leather boots with worn down heels and scuffed up toe caps.
From a cabinet she pulls out a shawl, hat and knee high brown socks, she throws the socks at me, narrowly missing my head.
"sorry dear!"
She then pulls out a pair of gloves with various stains and rips in them, one reaches up to my elbow, the other only reaches my wrist, she turns to face me.
"They aren't great, but they're better than what you've got on now Dear"
I pick up the pile of clothes strewn around the room, the dress, the boots , the socks, the hat, gloves and shawl And fold them into one pile.
Maeve begins to lead me back to the room where I woke up, down the long canvas corridors and past a big room, full of noise and activity, songs can be heard and the sound of glass on glass fills the air.
When we arrive back at the room I get dressed, Maeve then offers me a bowl of cold water to wash in, and begins to brush my hair.
"you remind me of my daughter you know, she wasn't much older than you last time I saw her"
"Where did she go?"
"she... She, she went away, left young she did, rebelled and I haven't seen her since..."
Maeve then went quiet, she stayed that way for 5 minutes then there was a loud banging at the door.
The Darkworld Chronicles Chapter 7: The Wooden Chest, The Rebel And Her Torn Cream Gloves • Opuss № I