Chapter 4
Mary eyed her surroundings, staring at the sheer vastness of the glowing purple city. Alisa tapped her on the shoulder.
“What?” Mary snapped, after turning to face Alisa. Alisa rolled her eyes.
“This is the shady part of town,” she whispered. “And very dangerous, so stay close to me.”
The smells of bread, butter, and shouts of sellers slowly faded away as they neared the allies.
The shady part of town glowed a dark purple, and the alleyways had fog that seemed to pull you in. Alisa pulled her cloak over her mouth, still griping Mary’s hand. The fog was cold on Mary’s legs, but the cold seemed to vanish when they passed a stall full of blue and purple flowers. They smelled like the grape cake the village had during the spring festival, and Mary stepped closer, deeply breathing in the smell. Alisa tugged at her, but Mary wouldn’t budge. The stall keeper smiled, displaying his crooked teeth.
“You can have one,” his raspy voice said.
Mary smiled and reached for one. Alisa gasped, still trying to pull Mary away. Desperate, she waved her hand in a triangle. Suddenly, a strand of fog curled around her wrist and pulled her down to the ground. Not noticing anything but the flower, Mary touched one of the flower’s petals, marveling at its beauty. Suddenly, her knees buckled, and her eyes drooped. She yawned, but then saw fog lift Alisa in the air with her still squirming and kicking. Finally, Alisa tried to yell, but she choked on the fog. Mary’s eyes closed.
When her eyes finally snapped open, she was lying on a worn couch. Two blurry figures stood over her. One was an old man, while the other was a boy. As her vision cleared, she noticed the boy was wearing armor. The armor seemed thin, but she doubted it was flimsy. The most curious thing was that on his armor there was an elephant engraved in the center. The old man had a grandfatherly look on his face, and he had a bushy white beard. Hanging at his side was a sword, also engraved with an elephant. When the boy saw that she was awake, he smiled.
“I’m Gamel Bennet,” he said.
Mary eyed her surroundings, staring at the sheer vastness of the glowing purple city. Alisa tapped her on the shoulder.
“What?” Mary snapped, after turning to face Alisa. Alisa rolled her eyes.
“This is the shady part of town,” she whispered. “And very dangerous, so stay close to me.”
The smells of bread, butter, and shouts of sellers slowly faded away as they neared the allies.
The shady part of town glowed a dark purple, and the alleyways had fog that seemed to pull you in. Alisa pulled her cloak over her mouth, still griping Mary’s hand. The fog was cold on Mary’s legs, but the cold seemed to vanish when they passed a stall full of blue and purple flowers. They smelled like the grape cake the village had during the spring festival, and Mary stepped closer, deeply breathing in the smell. Alisa tugged at her, but Mary wouldn’t budge. The stall keeper smiled, displaying his crooked teeth.
“You can have one,” his raspy voice said.
Mary smiled and reached for one. Alisa gasped, still trying to pull Mary away. Desperate, she waved her hand in a triangle. Suddenly, a strand of fog curled around her wrist and pulled her down to the ground. Not noticing anything but the flower, Mary touched one of the flower’s petals, marveling at its beauty. Suddenly, her knees buckled, and her eyes drooped. She yawned, but then saw fog lift Alisa in the air with her still squirming and kicking. Finally, Alisa tried to yell, but she choked on the fog. Mary’s eyes closed.
When her eyes finally snapped open, she was lying on a worn couch. Two blurry figures stood over her. One was an old man, while the other was a boy. As her vision cleared, she noticed the boy was wearing armor. The armor seemed thin, but she doubted it was flimsy. The most curious thing was that on his armor there was an elephant engraved in the center. The old man had a grandfatherly look on his face, and he had a bushy white beard. Hanging at his side was a sword, also engraved with an elephant. When the boy saw that she was awake, he smiled.
“I’m Gamel Bennet,” he said.
