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Its easier to show than explain,” I said, and with that I grabbed her hand and we started to fly. You should have seen her face.As we flew, she screamed and yelled for the first few minutes. Then she got used to it and laughed. For the first time in a few weeks, I smiled. It was wonderful thousands of feet up here with Ashlyn. She was actually really pretty when you looked closely at her. I actually kinda when we saw the River, but of course she wasn't. To her it was the best thing she had ever seen in the world.
The River was a giant powerful river (duh), with clear blue water, a sea foam like snow.
We slowly started to land and the closer we got to land the bigger the smile on her face.
Finally, my turn! Runner has been hogging my story but mostly everything has been accurate.
So where were we? Oh yes. The River. Well it was very pretty and I was very glad to see it. Well more than glad after all it was my ticket home.
Runner was fascinated with something else. A few miles down the River there were blue cloaked men with staffs. “Warlocks,” Runner mumbled.
“What?” I asked.
“Warlocks. Alright, when I say...go run and jump straight into the river,” he commanded.
I nodded.
Runner took off toward the man, hands were miniature sun's. Warlocks shot green disks out of their staffs, but Runner dodged the disks and shot light and lightning out of his hand. Warlocks fell left and right. Suddenly an enormous warlock shot a green fire ball at Runner! It hit him square in the chest. Runner flew backward, “GO!”
So I did. I ran as fast as I could and jumped in the River to see an enormous strike of lightening hit the water and Runner's body lying lifeless on top of the River. I yelled and moments later I was out.
I cried the whole way through the runnel and was still crying when I found myself in my apartment. I sniffed and headed straight for my computer.
Epilogue
Ashlyn got an A on her paper. It was about the world of Uneven with a protagonist named Runner. She currently lives in Canada with her daughter. Occasionally she will look out her window and see a man who was very tall, with chestnut hair, and blue eyes.
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“I'm sorry Ashlyn, but the only way to get an A is to finish the story in three days,” my lousy professor, Mr. Dismal said.
“Yes sir,” I said clenching my fists.
I had just been told I had failed my fantasy writing paper because he said it wasn't real enough. Me, of all people, I failed. Why could it not have been the twit who picks his nose in the corner? But, no, it was me, the most intelligent female author in Brooklyn. I hate Mr. Dismal. He is the most annoying teacher I have ever had. Grrr. He had told me I hadn't made it “real enough”. Whatever that means. But since I'm the best female author in Brooklyn, New York, I luckily had turned it is three day early. Yeah now I have three days to write the best 300-page book of my life. Bah!
It's okay, it's okay. Who am I kidding? That only works in movies, right? Man! Just get back to the apartment and get some work done.
I walked to my car. It was pouring rain and I didn't reach it until it looked like I just went swimming with my clothes on. I hate the rain. It hides everything around us. Anything can happen. Sometimes for the worst like what happened that night.
I started the old car my dad had given me. It groaned but is started. I pulled out of the college and started the drive. I didn't think much of anything during the drive, just “how in the world am I going to explain this to my parent?” Really, how am I? My parents always gave me high expectations. Bad things happened when I didn't live up to them.
On my way over the Brooklyn Bridge I saw something peculiar. A man was stalking a couple who were scuttling home. Then something glinted in the man's hand. I got a better look at it and realized it was a knife. Oh no.
“What should I do?” pulsed through my mind. Well, Ashlyn do something. So I did and it wasn't very smart on my part. I turned and gunned it heading straight for him KAFLOOOOOMP!
Well I hit him...yes! But in that moment I realized I was o a bridge: crap. All I'm going to say is, I really hate gravity! I yelled all the way down. Then lightning struck the water and I went out.
I had a very weird dream. I was traveling through an iridescent tunnel. Light flashed every second, light created new shades and hues. I could see the end from the beginning of the dream. I small pinprick of pure white light what kept getting bigger.
When I finally reached the end, I fell again in a sapphire light. But I was going faster than I've ever gone before. I covered thousands of feet in a second before I knew I was on the ground with a crunch and a thud. I was out...once again.
When I opened my eyes again I wasn't in a tunnel, thank goodness. I was on the ground withering in pain. Then light scorched my pupils making it even worse. A little more slowly this time. It still burned but I did it, they adjusted. When they did, I saw somethings amazing.
I was sitting on the purest emerald grass. It was so wavy and soft in the wind. The sky was a shade of blue that would make all the other blues jealous. The trees were tall with an orange and reddish leaves. Basically it was the best version of fall I had ever seen.
I stood up trying to get a better look. I fell down right after. Where am I was the question going through my mind. I slowly stood up again. I stayed up this time but nausea swept over me and I vomited every single thing I'd eaten in the last sixteen hours. I was light-headed and had the closest thing to a migraine. Whoa. I sat against a tree. I was out again. What in the world is wrong with me? Do I have fainting issues?
I don't know how long I slept when I finally awoke but I felt miraculously better.
Stood up and brushed off the dirt on me and looking around trying to figure out where to go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little red twitch. I looked over trying to get a better view of it. When I did I didn't want to anymore.
They were huge hauling figures. Their size varied from ten to twelve feet. They were wearing something similar to what a knight would wear. The only difference was that they were sleeveless and I don't think knights in shining armor had pail colorless eyes. Their arms were thick with muscle, like a tree trunk. But, the thing that stood out most was their skin. It was a murky, disgusting red.
They staggered toward me. Five of them I counted and I hope I was correct. I didn't notice that they were carrying clubs the size of a truck. Their eyes paralyzed me and I couldn't move or speak. When that happens it is truly terrifying. I braced myself for death that was yet to come.
Then I heard a whoosh and a boom! I looked over toward the sound.
On top of one of the giants was a man about my age. Except he was a lot taller than I was, had chestnut hair, blue eyes and a whole lot more brave. I was still paralyzed so I could only watch. After knocking down the giant, another giant swung his club at the strange man. I knew he was done for. But as usual, I was wrong.
Just before it hit him he caught it with one gloved hand. The giant looked terrified. The stranger turned around his eyes glowing like miniature suns. Then his hand lit up and the club exploded. Shards flew everywhere. But strangely they all ended up stuck in his skin making him look like a porcupine.
The third giant didn't have a chance. After annihilating the second one, the man shot up twenty feet in the air. His hand lit up and a lightning bolt, well, bolted out. The next thing I know the giants head is rolling on the ground.
The last two giants were ticked off now. When the man landed they did a versions of running to him. Well......the man ran towards me!
Crap. This is very bad.
When he reached me, he slowed down and whispered, “turn around and shut your eyes.”
That's when I realized I was free from the giant's mental grip. I did what I was told. Okay, not all of it. I didn't shut my eyes. But what I saw was amazing. A light that was as bright as the sun. It was warm and made my sin tingle. The shadow of me was cast miles, a shadow of me for miles surrounded in bright light.
That is pretty cool.
When I turned back around, the giants were smoking and the man was on the ground sleeping, I think. I checked his pulse. He was alive but his heart was beating unusually fast. Oh man, this is bad. At least I think it's bad.
There was nothing that I could do about it either. The man saved my life should I save his in return?
I was so confused and lost. Where am I? What is this place? Where in the world is it? Who is this?
Gee! Ouch! I forgot how painful doing the sun spell is. Wow! It's tiring. But did I really need to save her.....did I have to? Was it absolutely necessary, no it wasn't just probably some warlock still inside of me. It was very stupid because now I don't have anymore energy. That girl is probably figuring out how to save me. I should probably get up and get going. I feel fine just that my back hurts a little bit.
What should I do? What should I do?
“Hm,” the man groaned.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked.
Well that woke him up and before I knew it I was twenty yards behind him. “Wait,” I yelled. But he was already gone.
What choice did I have? I ran after him.
He was very fast he never seemed to slow down. I was getting tired and sweat was heavily pouring down my face. We were running through the golden trees. The man's shoes kicked up the leaves as we ran. I didn't think I could hold it up any longer.
I fee. Dirt sprang up in front of me. My arms were getting clawed my the roots of the trees. Then I did something I hadn't done in a while. I cried.
Yes, I was free at last? I was finally able to go home. But then I heard it.
Sniffles, then a moaning sound. It was loud and I couldn't quite figure out what it was. It sounded angry but it also sounded like they were sad.
Curiosity go the best of me. I turned around and jogged back.
When I reached the sound. I was very confused. The girl I had saved was making that sound.
Her brunette hair was dark with dirt. Her face was red and wet looking. Her finger nails were bitten down to nubs. But the thing that interested me was how water droplets slowly feel from her blue eyes. They were making a puddle on her clothes.
I reached out and touched her shoulder, “Are you okay?” I asked.
She look up at me and said, “No.”
“Well at least telling me what you're doing with your eyes,” I said.
“What? You mean crying.”
“So, that's what it is called.”
“Yup,” she sniffled.
“What seems to be your problem?”
“Well, for one thing I have no idea where I am. I have a big project due in three days and I have no idea how to get out or how I got into this place,” she moaned and started to cry again.
I knew what I had to do, but should I do it? It would interfere with my plans. Should I be selfish and leave her? Or should I be selfless and save her? What can be bad about having a companion?
“Alright, what is your name?” I asked.
“Ashlyn,” she muttered.
“Alright Ashlyn. I believe I can help you. I can give you a notebook for your story. I can tell you where you are. Uneven. Yup. The world of Uneven. And the most important thing I can help you do is to get you home,” I announced.
“You would really do all of that for me?” she asked.
“No. You need help and I'm providing it. C'mon. Let's go to the River,” I said.
“What's the River?” she asked.
“The River is the closest portal at the moment,” I said. I did a grin that told her to shut up and follow me.
“How are you going to get there?” she asked.
“Well, we'll walk for a few miles and then we will fly once we get to the Knot Tree,” I mumbled.
“What was that?” she questioned.
“You'll see. No more questions. Just walk,” I said as politely as a could.
We got walking and she struggled to keep up. (Apparently my walking speed is her jogging speed. Humans.). We didn't say much. There wasn't much to talk about.
Finally after a few hours we reached it. A huge knobby tree. It looked a bit as though it had been through a fire. A bit charred here and there with a bunch of moss on its branches. There was a field of grass around it.
The girl was panting and wheezing. “So this is the tree thing,” she said.
“Yep,” I replied. “We will camp here for the night.”
In a few hours I had made a fire, a one-man tent (Ashlyn insisted sleeping by the fire), and some fist from a nearby pond. Ashlyn and I were sitting by the fire and shoving food into our mouths.
Then she asked the question.
“You never told me your name,” she inquired.
“I am banished. My name was stripped form me.”
“How? I mean how did these events happen?”
“I was protecting a friend who was framed, he and I were fighting for our lived and I killed a member of the government during the fight, so they banished me,” I huffed.
“Ouch, that sounds bad,” she uttered.
“But it gets even worse. Before they banished me, they found out I was a Witch. Which of course makes you banished and you lose your name,” I ranted.
“But you don't look anything like a Witch! You don't even have a pointed nose!” she exclaimed.
“That is a human With. An Uneven Witch can fly, are more handsome, and are more powerful in magic. Basically we're your Witch on steroids,” I explained.
“Oh....that explains a lot. Um....I guess I'll call you Runner after your unnatural speed. Goodnight,” she squeaked and headed off to her makeshift bed. Meanwhile I headed off to my comfy tent, smiling the whole way there.
The next morning I awoke early. Long before Ashlyn who awoke two hours later. By then the campsite was clean except for her lying on the ground. When she awoke she said a pretty unintelligent thing, “what time is it?”.
“Around twelve noon human time,” I grumbled.
She looked surprised, it was actually quite funny.
“Come on! We have to hit the sky,” I breathed.
“Its easier to show than explain