Emeline's story, Ferlin's travels

daisyfrost

daisyfrost

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hello, this is a science-fiction story i've been working on for a while and now i can finally
post it; i hope you readers find it interesting:) PS the begining leaves you a bit cliff-hangered

Prologue


“Emeline, hurry up,” said Ferlin. He could hear footsteps and a voice coming hastily in their direction. “Okay, I’m ready!” answered Emeline finally, and put the diary she was holding in the middle of the ground. Ferlin yanked on her arm and they went dashing threw the woods, running swiftly away from Mr. Corcum, the main teacher of the orphanage school where Emeline and Ferlin lived in. it was not a very pleasant place, and there were limits in the woods which you could not pass. Emeline was not thinking about those things--she was looking at all the trees and woods she was passing. Oak trees good for climbing, pine trees worth exploring under those thick, heavy branches. After a time, they stopped and Ferlin had a look around. Ferlin was a kind of elf—not a ‘Santa clause short and fat’ kind of elf, but a tall slim wood elf. He had blue skin, a lean body, and long legs. He also had dark hair and yellow eyes, thin lips and slightly pointed ears. His quick reflexes and clever senses made him a good sly partner for Emeline, which he kind of was. Most kids made fun of him for looking quite so, but Emeline enjoyed his differentness. He had potential for being a very gangly and tall when he was older, but right now at the roughly assumed age of ten, he was just learning the traits of his kind. Emeline was thinking about those sort of things when she realized Ferlin was calling to her. “Emeline! Look what I found!” he was standing on one side of a dirty square object that had a little antennae sticking out of it. “It’s that thing—that thing that the people put here so we can’t run away.” “Uh..” Emeline was thinking, trying to remember. Ah yes, now it slightly came back. The teachers had too many run-aways, so they invented a device that would track you down if you went past it, because they also put on an arm strap on you that was the tracking device part. Ferlin didn’t know that she was getting it and talked on, “and they have to do with these things on your wrists…” he had lifted up his arm to show her, but his words were cut off when they both saw that he didn’t have one. “Where did yours go?” Emeline asked in shock. They both stared. “I...It’s gone,” Ferlin said. He was surprised too at first, but then a look of discovery came over his face. “Emeline,” he said, “you know it only works with the wristband.” “That’s true…” Emeline replied faintly, pondering the idea of Ferlin’s not being affected with the homing box sitting in front of her. She realized that if he decided to run away, there would be nothing to stop him. “You could leave right now!” she said in a mild panic. She looked at Ferlin, who had a new sparkle to his eyes. “Yeah, I could. I could step over that line and run to freedom, or I could go back with you and be put on a new tracking band and most likely never get a chance like this again.” Emeline knew this was true. And they both knew, just by looking at each other, that Ferlin would not be going back to the school with Emeline.and so…
They said goodbye.
He stepped over. with one look back before dashing away,
Ferlin was gone.

Emeline story by daisyfrost
Chapter one: waken
Seven years later—
Emeline’s eyelids opened upon her seventeenth day of birth. It was still dark out, and her roommates were all still asleep. Something had wakened her up—like a light tugging at her consciousness. She sat up and got down off her bed and quietly walked out into the hallway. The clock told her it was six-fifteen, just as it had told her last night. And the night before. She had been waking up early at the same time for over a week now, and in the same sort of way—as she said, a light tugging at her dreams, her being asleep then being awake. Almost like a calling, she thought to herself, as she climbed back into bed. In just another fifteen minutes, she would be wakened again by the maid for morning preparation and breakfast. But for her, the day would be different from a normal school day, for today was Emeline’s send-off day. When it would come time for classes, she would have one of a different kind. A special teacher would help prepare Emeline for the world she would be entering, and at noon after an early lunch she would say goodbye to her friends and walk out of the orphanages large, black iron gates. She would bring with her a backpack with a small bit of supplies which the teachers called a ‘going-away pack.’
After time passed it finally came on schedule for Emeline to leave. She stood for a moment at the gate, knowing it was the last time she would ever be here. She was about to step out when a teacher said, “Wait!” and came running over with a pair of interesting scissors. “Here you go,” she said, as she cut off Emeline’s wristband and jogged back to the building. Emeline held up her fist in triumph, turned around and with a big inhale ran, as fast as she could, down the road to the left. She didn’t stop until her shoes were worn out, her lungs burned up, her vision blurred by tears of happiness. Finally, she thought to herself.
Finally.




Ferlin could feel the sweat on his forehead as he aimed ever so carefully his bow. It had always bothered him, sweat that he could not wipe off, and he had to concentrate hard on where the arrow was pointing and where it would fly once he let it. Ready…he could not miss. Before long his enemies might sight him, and then he would be done for. they were all there looking for him, but soon they would move on…So he better make the shot.
Right now he was in a place called Colermbuck, and with a small group of friend he had found midway of his journeys. he was helping them chase back Enemies called the Brooksons, large beastly men from the northwest that had come to chase out the smaller, weaker civilization—the Mountrushes. The Mountrushes were a peaceful group most of the time, and had been unprepared for a surprise attack from the Brooksons. Ferlin was their best archer, and was now practically leading them in seeks of victory. But matters had been harder than Ferlin had thought, and was slowing him down from getting to his destination. But how could he refuse helping the Mountrushes, who so needed his skillful help? I’m always an easy target to these kinds of things, Ferlin had thought at the beginning of his conquest. But now, all he was thinking about was the faithful bow that rested upon his arm.
Aiming….perfectly………Yes! With a gentle ‘thwung!’ Ferlin and the others in hiding watched in awe as the arrow, perfectly shot, zoomed straight into the comander’s left knee. He shouted in pain, looked up to the direction of the arrow, and suddenly everything exploded. Arrows poured from the trees, while the determined Mountrushes jumped from them. Brooksons were in a rage as they pulled the remaining Mounts from the branches. Ferlin spotted one just in time to save his Friend, Torcus. One other jumped on a Brook’s shoulders and had his fun that way. What worried Ferlin right now was that some of the Mounts seemed to be trying to protect him instead of themselves, which could result in not seeing the Brook coming toward you with a big weapon in hand. They still had a lot to learn, but this was no time for teaching. Ferlin constantly had to watch his own back, fight whoever was in front of him, and keep an eye on those proceeding with foolish decisions. It was all quite had to keep track of, and he was doing just that when a Brookson came in the element of not paying attention stabbed him in the gut with his sword. Ferlin clutched his middle and sank to the ground. All the Mounts saw—and with horror their eyes turned helpless, and with filtered grief Ferlin saw something die within them all. His head rested on dirt, and death covered him like a dark blanket of interminable sleep.
And he was dead.

But nothing less than a moment later he was alive again—now in a different place. He got up and walked away down alongside an old dirt road surrounded by woods.
“I’ll get back,” he said under his breath with a determined stride.

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This poses a lot of questions that the reader wants answered!

Ferlin's departure keenly reminded me of the dilemma some Vietnamese men faced after South Vietnam was conquered by the Communists. If they took their wives and childen with them on escape attempts, the probability of being caught became far greater; but if they left their families behind in the HOPE of finding a way to get them out later, there was the hazard that meanwhile those families could face reprisals from the Communists.
 
Chapter two:
Emeline had been traveling most of her day, and now it was getting dark. She decided to set up camp and found a suitable place to lay down her pack. Inside was a guidebook, flashlight, letter, food pack, fire-starting rocks, a jackknife and a miniature first aid kit. Wow, they’ve really improved these packs, Emeline thought to herself as she filled a sack she had brought herself with leaves for a pillow. She was wearing a hat, jacket, and roll-up pants. She had no money, no gloves, and no blanket. Out of the food pack she took a sandwich and ate it hungrily thinking, “I’m going to have to get most of my own food from now on.” She made a mental note to save the rest of the food supplies in the pack for when she was not able to go and find some herself. What if she got hurt?—these things would come in handy. In the guidebook it showed lots of things—how to tell what time it is by looking at the sun, where local towns were, which plants you could eat and which were poison. But she couldn’t look for long, because the dark had declared to the woods that dusk was having its turn in the share of the day. So with a sigh Emeline slowly coaxed herself to sleep. But before that as she was drifting, she imagined Ferlin doing as she was—as a child—long ago. The thought of him made a sudden prick of fear and longing—where was he now? And how could he find her, now that she was no longer at the school? Or…had he forgotten her? She decided to open the letter tomorrow, read the guidebook tomorrow, and think about Ferlin tomorrow. Right now, she would rest…sleep…
Siesta. Zzz
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She opened her eyes the next morning feeling cold, hungry, and cramped. She was also quite thirsty, and sitting up in her quick bed she longed for a hairbrush. She got up and tried planning what to do, sort of like a schedule. The first couple of days would be getting used to and setting herself up in the woods. So, she thought, what’s first? She packed up her things and walked a bit after eating to a better spot to camp—a nice little clearing close to a brook. After setting her stuff down, she got the guidebook and tried finding out how to get clean water. After drinking, she found a piece of cloth and tied her hair into a ponytail. Then she set up camp, and went looking for a piece of wood so as to try getting herself a handmade bowl using her knife. The rest of the day was occupied in these kinds of things, and at the end a satisfied Emeline once again went to sleep. Without reading the letter, by the way. And she had found herself too busy to start thinking about Ferlin.
 
Well described. Sheltered people don't realize how much skill goes into primitive survival. Have you ever heard of Louis L'Amour? He wrote something like a hundred historical novels, mostly Westerns; and he carefully researched the survival skills of the Native Americans and the pioneers in order to describe them accurately. With your own attention to such details, you might enjoy reading some of Mr. L'Amour's books.
 
thanks for the book suggestion, copperfox. sounds maybe interesting.
sorry i haven't posted in a while, here's some!:)

Ferlin, however, had been thinking greatly of Emeline. Now that he was back, perhaps he might try to find her. It had been so long…too long. Who knows, perhaps Emeline had forgotten him altogether; he himself wasn’t sure what had kept him from not forgetting her. he filtered threw all his memories including her, all that they’d known about each other such a long time ago. He himself had changed quite a lot since they had last seen each other—what if she was to not recognize him? Back then, he was just a shriveled, puny resemblance of the current Ferlin. Why, he didn’t even know about his ability yet! After running away he had discovered he had the power of going into different planets, galaxies, even different dimensions. That’s how he ended up helping the Mountrushes; he had simply been passing through the places when they had found him and begged for him to stay and help. He’d been doing fine, up until he was stabbed. Now he was stuck back here without enough traveling power left in him to get back there. He must find a feeding source in which he could regenerate. It was a certain plant that grew around foggy, silent places like under waterfalls in caves or maybe a swampy area. A whitish gray color with blackish-blue spotty shapes, dark green stringy leaves stretched out around the whole thing. It was a mystical little plant and a pretty sight for Ferlin. It was vital to his ability; without it he would be nothing but a mortal elf.
His road took a turn and Ferlin could see a tattered old sign that needed new paint. It said,
Town Of Rocksford.
Somewhere deep in his mind, Ferlin recognized the name of the village. It took him a minute to realize what it was—what it meant to him, why he vaguely remembered a Rocksford. It was a town he’d been in, as a boy….seven years ago. When he was running away. “Oh, it’s here!” he said happily, knowing it was close to the school where Emeline would be, knowing that in it could be possible to find her in just over a days’ time. He ran into the town with new plans and new expectations. This would hold many opportunities for Ferlin, he just had to reach out and grab it.
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Opportunities would soon be coming for Emeline, also.
In the morning that day, as Emeline opened her eyes, she smiled and sat up in her bed. She stretched her arms and thought about all that she had accomplished in the past week she’d been here, in these woods, away from her old home. Witch was, considering, quite a lot. A little camp now sat at the clearing—bed, fireplace, working corner, and her small bit of belongings. But today was different. Today she would be leaving, heading toward a town. There she would really start making a life for herself, a life that she knew was real, something to hold onto.
So she had planned ahead and now the day had come. Emeline had told herself she would read the letter that day, so she found a spot and opened it up.
 
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okay, here's some more.

Dear Emeline,
One day when you were maybe fourteen a letter came for you in the mail. It did not say who it was from, but inside as I read for a moment it was easy enough to figure out. I’m giving it to you now because I know you would want to keep it, whereas at the school we throw away old letters. So most of this letter is not actually from me; it is from somebody else. I hope you have success after we send you—
Your teacher, Charles Corcum.
Inside the first folded piece of paper was another letter—older, different paper. The words were pale and worn out, and seemed almost ancient the way it crumpled.

Dear Emeline
Please forgive me if I misspelled, I didn’t complete my schooling correctly. I’ve barely found the time to write this, but I guess I should tell you who I am now, shouldn’t I? I am Ferlin.
Emeline’s heart stopped when she read that part. It was not the end of the letter, but she had ceased breathing and her face was pale. This letter was from Ferlin? Mr. Corcum had never shown it to her? What if he had set up a meeting place at a certain time and she had never even known to come? She eagerly put her eyes back to the paper and continued to read.
This might be quite a surprise, but please don’t be angry at me for not coming back. I will find you, just wait for me. I am about fifteen now, so that must make you fourteen. I’m learning to use the bow and arrow, and am looking different from when you last saw me. I hope you will recognize me still when we meet again, which you must promise you will not give up on happening. I detest ending this letter but I must go. Eat the little flower that came along with the letter and wait for a message to come. My saddest goodbyes—
Ferlin, Yours.
Emeline had tears in on her face now, and lost count of how many times she reread the letter.
The flower was the only thing that confused her—wait for a message to come? She found the envelope and looked through the letter. She saw something fall out and, picking it up, realized it was a flower. It was small, and looked a bit like a purple-blue daisy. Emeline blinked as she held it up to her mouth. “Um…here it goes,” she said, and dropped it into her mouth.


Chapter three: fallow the rain

In the town, Ferlin wondered how he would get along without his money. He had left all his savings with the Mountrushes and now he was back here, in this old home of his. He must find his clituche, as he liked to call it—a mushroom-like plant that was the source of his power. One with a blue hue would was what he really needed, but they were quite hard to find. He was walking through the town’s main road, trying to figure out where he might go to find one, when he felt raindrops on his shoulder. It was light for about three seconds, but then it went heavy on him and became very soaking. He tried to look up, but the sky stung his eyes with the pounding of the wet. He ran to the edge of the village and into the woods. Under a tree he sought cheap shelter, and hoped for the rain to cease. It was dreary all of the sudden, now that there weren’t any shops or people about him. It had come quite quickly; he had not expected it. Now he was stuck under an oak. He was getting hungry, and a little annoyed. This day had been a bit hard on Ferlin and he still didn’t have his plant. “well, actually I could go look for one now—one of the best times to find them is when it’s muggy out.” It wasn’t really muggy out, but the forest seemed to be settling to a light fog. He crept out from beneath heavy branches and wandered out with his light sense of direction. The rain was no longer pounding, he realized, but evenly drizzling about him. It made a pleasant sound, and Ferlin enjoyed it as a sort of company. He drifted through the trees until he came to a small pond with lots of peeper-frogs making their little sounds, adding to the slightly mystical-seeming swamp, with the cattails and mist above the water. “This is more like it,” Ferlin said pleasantly to himself. He climbed over a rock and started searching. And so the occupation began.
As it turned out, Ferlin’s sharp eyesight was not what lured him into a cave. It was his senses that told him something hopeful about it. Something just right for it to produce itself in; something wonderful. At first he could not find it, but that only made him more determined. He searched indomitably, for minutes of hopefulness and anticipation. Time led him to the back of the cave, and there he stared. He could not see it, but he knew it was there. He could feel it attracting him, calling him toward its presence. With longing he shifted, hoping to come closer to what he sought after. He really needed it now; the hunger was eating him up inside and making him feel dysfunctional power wise. He turned, and kneeling to the ground he clutched a rock. He clawed at it, pulled it, tossed it aside. With one look at where it had been sitting his irritation and frustration vanished. For there, he finally saw it. It glowed a strong, illuminant blue shine of radiance and was perfectly shaped. It was an irreplaceable and fine plant. Ferlin had never found a clituche quite as faultless as this one. It was flawless, a beauty of its kind. He lowered his head and inhaled the goodness of it. “This is exactly what I have wanted,” he said.
He carefully held each side with a hand and slowly pulled it apart so it was in two halves. It was still in the ground as he did this, and juices from its roots out of the inner sides of it. When there was enough it stopped, and Ferlin now picked up both halves and licked the fluid off. Then he ate the rest. The hole where he’d plucked it was now a small puddle of left over seepings, and Ferlin collected this and stored it in a scoffskin bag. Happily he walked his way out the cave, and positioned himself on the ground with his face to the sky. Something in him awoke again, and a grin formed on his face as he felt time and space taken him up, and before the moment was over he was gone. Soaring through all, Ferlin closed his eyes and left his troubles where he had found what he had found.
He hadn’t noticed someone watching.
 
hi! sorry i haven't posted in a while, i kinda had a cold...well anyways, back to the story!

Chapter four: pulling

Emeline’s day had started normal and full of possibility. She had decided she was going to travel into a town looking for a job and future. Well, then she’d read Ferlin’s letter and eaten a flower—okay, that was not exactly normal. But what really changed her thoughts was in the afternoon when she was looking for lunch soup ingredients before departing. Climbing through brush she saw an opening ahead of her, and heard something coming that way. She positioned herself behind bush and tree for the ultimate spying spot. Looking out, she saw a man coming…walking, wandering slowly toward a little cave that sat near. Eventually he was completely out of sight, and Emeline waited for him to come out and leave so she could carry on with her business. One of the plants she needed was right there beside it, but she didn’t want the man, whoever he was, to know she was there.
Emeline sighed as she waited. She readjusted herself on the ground, picked up a blade of grass, and chewed on it. After a couple minutes, she grew silent as she heard the man re-approaching the entrance to the cave. When he came out, Emeline got a much better view of his front. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the blue skin, when she flashed at the bow and arrows on his back. She almost screamed at him, almost jumped out of her hiding place behind the foliage. But she was frozen, completely still in the forest. She could not breath, could not move. She watched in awe as he continued. And this is what he did: he came out. He stood just in front of the cave. Then, closing his eyes and making loose fists with his hands, there was a quiet but powerful boom--and he vanished from the earth with a blue explosion of watery ripples.
And he was gone.
Ferlin was soaring, breaking through endless universe and cosmos. He felt portals all around him, zipping past as if he was a magnet that pushed. He was nearing his stop when he felt something. It was like a blue daisy call, but since he was here, it was the most awful thing. First it jerked, then pulled, and soon it was screaming at him, tearing him up and trying to get him somewhere else. He could not stop, but he felt like he was going to be split in two. The force wanted to turn him around, but his power wanted him to go to Colermbuck. It was dreadful, but he overcome it finally for the moment and went on to the place.
He woke with a gasp in a closed, dark place. He was not claustrophobic, but this place was just way, way too small. It was completely closed in so that he could barely move, barely breath. As he felt around him he realized he was in a large sack. I had more room in my mother’s womb, he thought to himself. But he was worried. There was weight all around him, and if he didn’t get out soon he would suffocate and pop back up where he started, along the road. It was now that he remembered that he was supposed to be dead here. Gosh darn it, they’ve buried me! He thought angrily to himself. He tried to slide his hand down to his belt where his dagger was. It took too long to pull it up; there was barely any air left. He ripped the bag, and closed his eyes as the dirt crumbled onto his face. He didn’t really know what else to do at that point. He could barely move. He decided with a bit of horror that he would simply have to wait and die. He lied there helplessly for a moment, until he heard something. Was somebody up there? He didn’t have time to decide. With everything left of air that he could fill in his raging lungs, he let out a yell as loud as he could possibly manage. It was a long, loud, mighty sound and it was meant to be heard. Then he waited, trying to endure the lack of space and air in his prison. Trying not to die.
Torcus heard him. He had been kneeling by Ferlin’s grave, praying for a miracle, when he heard a great shout from below. It had scared him half to death. “Ferlin!?” he called right above the ground. “isfrln!” the ground answered. He knew it had to be saying “it’s Ferlin.” He dug wildly until he met the torn sack, and then shoveled out dirt until he found Ferlin’s head. Ferlin was now half passed out, and his eyelids flickered with the effort of staying awake. Once he’d got him out he pulled him onto the support of a rock. He could see that his friend was dying again. “Ferlin, come on, not again!” Ferlin tried to talk, and breathe. “Thank you…I need rest…” After he said this, he died. But only for a few seconds and then came right back. Torcus was bewildered at the whole thing—for of course, after he woke up again he was good as new. He stood up and said, “it’s good to be back.”
“You look strained,” Torcus said, yet he was grinning. He didn’t know that Ferlin had just gone through the same straining to get here--that thing was still pulling him, he could feel it. Soon he would have to go back to there, but not now. Not yet. He was finally sorting things out!

Emeline dared to step out and slowly walk over to the cave entrance. He was gone, but had left microscopic blue dust in the air that gave Emeline a sense of Ferlin’s power. She could feel it ever so faintly, and suddenly realized that he was somewhere far, far away…
She pulled back from the dust. It felt wrong, as if she were spying; it was something with great ability. And it didn’t belong to her. And yet it felt beautiful to her, like a soft calling of adventure. She dwelled in the pleasantness of it only a moment longer then looked to the skies. There was a light trail almost, though it was sinking slowly to the ground. “well, I guess that daisy didn’t do any good,” she said. she didn’t know that it was the very thing that was pulling Ferlin.
 
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Then an idea occurred to her. She should collect the dust! Perhaps it would lead to discovery. Or maybe Ferlin realized some of his dust was missing and come looking for it. Or perhaps it’s normal to shed dust when you disappear, Emeline thought to herself. She took hold of her bag and ran it over the settling little cloud, until most of it was gone. But when she looked inside her bag, there was nothing there—it was empty. The only trace of it was an interesting smell which filled the bag that Emeline thought she might have smelled before. She walked back to her clearing and gathered her supplies. She was going to get out of here. Picking up her fire-starting rocks, she paused. She could feel something. And now she remembered when she had last experienced that smell—it was the smell of the daisy. The flower that was in the envelope, that she had eaten, hoping to find Ferlin… and she had—by the cave. Now she could feel that something peculiar was going to happen soon. She stood up, and looked around, at the sky again and at the ground. A bird was singing and she could feel a light breeze. But she wasn’t convinced that something wasn’t unusual. It wasn’t her surroundings, but she could hear things happening and people speaking that weren’t there. She could even see a little, a pale overlay of somewhere else.
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Ferlin was at a little party that his friends had thrown for his return. He got used to the light tugging and learned to ignore it. But later in the evening the same thing started to happen that was to Emeline, and he snuck outside for privacy. For him it wasn’t quite so strange because he knew what it was. But what confused him was how it was happening—after all, it had been three years. He’d forgotten about what he’d given her so long ago. “how?” he said. right after he did he was poof! Gone to a mindbox. His body, left at the party, sat down and went to sleep…As did Emeline’s. She too went to the mindbox, and now they were facing each other.
Emeline blinked. It took a moment for her to adjust. “Emeline?” she heard his voice say. “Ferlin?”… “…yeah!” pause. “How did you get hold of one of these?” he asked. “of what?”
“The blue daisy!” pause.
“You gave it to me! It was in the letter you sent me.” She started walking over to him.
“But that was…three years ago! Why didn’t you eat it then?”
“I didn’t even know about it until a couple days ago. Mr. Corcum was hiding it from me, but he gave it to me when I left.”
“Oh,” he said. All this time he’d thought that she didn’t want to see him! Or that somebody had stolen it, or she had misplaced it. But here he was talking to her. She was close to him now. She touched his face, and sniffed her finger. “The daisy! And the dust! I saw you at the cave—what did you do?” pause.
“You saw me?” Ferlin said, and swallowed. Oops. Emeline didn’t answer—he was going to have to talk some more. “Uh, well, after I left… well I kind of have this ability thing that I discovered. I can travel, to different places. I needed my power food and it was in the cave, and I’m kind of helping these people from another world keep their enemies from capturing their territory. So after I got my supplies I went back there.”
Loooong pause.
Finally, Emeline started to speak. “ability?” she said. “what do you mean? I saw you disappear off of the face of the earth, and you left some kind of dust trail. I mean, what have you been doing for…seven years?”Ferlin looked at her. Finally, he could explain. “I’ve been traveling…to different worlds! Emeline—oh, the places I’ve been; I’ve seen things you don’t even know about, I’ve stepped in a castle made of diamonds! I wanted so much to tell you about them, to show you! This thing we’re in is called a mindbox, and the daisy is from another planet.” Now he stopped talking. He could see that he was rambling a little, but he smiled. They had met again. Now he got more serious. “It’s wearing out now though. We won’t be able to stay much longer.” “Stay where?” Emeline asked. Ferlin answered quickly. “the mindbox. Oh, I forgot that you switc… “ His voice trailed off before he could finish and he slowly disappeared, as a cloud came and carried them both off. “Wait, what do you mean?...” Emeline tried to ask, but she was dragged out of the plain white box into darkness. In a moment, she saw stars, and was falling down—or up—she wasn’t quite sure. In a few seconds she was asleep. She had dreams about Ferlin traveling to a castle made of diamonds where she was the queen. But soon, she found that she was waking up.
She opened her eyes, and found that she was being stared at by a bunch of little men. “What the heck..?” she mumbled, pushing herself to a sitting position. She was not in the woods, but on the grass next to a building. And it was evening instead of afternoon.
“um,”said one of the men, “where’s Ferlin? And who are you, exactly?” Emeline blinked. “she looks like that girl he talked about,” said another. She stood up. “oh yeah—she’s tall, like him. Must be her! Say, how did you get here?” “Uh, last thing I knew I was in a mindbox with him. My name is Emeline. Where am I?” the first one snorted. “you’re in Mountrush! And we’re the Mountrushes! I guess he didn’t say anything about us, did he?” just then there was a ripple and a boom behind them and Ferlin was there. “Ferlin!” everybody said at once, including Emeline.
Chapter five: together, once again
Later in the evening everything was settled and explained, and Emeline had a good time meeting everyone and learning about Ferlin’s travels and the places he’d been. The mountrushes themselves were delighted to finally meet Emeline, whom they heard about much from Ferlin before. It was an exelent way to catch up on seven years of departure. But At night, Ferlin pulled her aside and asked her something she had not been looking forward to. He wanted to know when she wanted go back to her own world. As he questioned her, she looked sad. “you weren’t really planning on staying here forever, were you?” he asked her. She looked at him, blinked, and turned away. “will you leave me and come back in another seven years?” she said quietly, and wandered over to a plant—they were outside. This plant could not be found where she was from. Neither could so many other things that she wanted to explore here. This place was full of beautiful, alien wonders that she so wanted to see. “I want to stay,” she said. She turned around and walked back to Ferlin. “I want to see the things that you have seen, go to strange new places not even known about yet! Can you show me?” “alright,” Ferlin said, with a smile. “you can stay for a while.” Then he held her hand, and they walked back inside together. They were together, finally, once again. Secretly they had both wanted her to stay. Emeline grinned in the dark when their hands were connected. ~**~
 
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The next day when Emeline woke up, it was quite a different scene than the usual woodsy treetops. She was in a plain but comforting room, with a lantern on a nightstand to her right and a little dresser to her left. There was one small window against the same wall as the dresser, although sunshine came through and lit the room up well. She was surprised to see that instead of curtains, it had something like willow branches. She got up, and went over to the door. The knob was carved out of nicely polished wood. She opened it, and peeked out into a small hallway. Most everything was just a tad smaller than what she was used to. She could hear a little humming coming from one end of the hallway, and wandered over into a spot that she thought looked like a dining room. After a minute, somebody came out of a door that must have led to the kitchen. “Oh! I guess you’re already up. Good morning, my name is Belora, but you can call me Bell or Lora. Breakfast is just about ready.” And with that he turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
Emeline’s day went well after that; after breakfast was over she got new cloths and had a tour of Mountrush. It was beautiful country, she decided. Her guide showed her quiet places at the edge of the woods with bridges over streams, and places in the town where she found things she’d never seen before. They even had an animal here that couldn’t be found where she came from; they called it a horse. Emeline smiled and pet it, and her guide said that he could teach her to ride if she wished. Later in the day she learned about the battle and what had happened to Ferlin. It was a long, splendid day, and at the end of it she got to go out with Ferlin and they told each other everything that they never had the chance to say, everything that was hidden from each other or lost in time. “it’s so strange,” said Emeline. “I never expected you to be so… well, all this.” “yeah, I didn’t really either. But now I’m so used to it, it’s part of me. I try not to change things in the places I go, and I’ve learned to control myself and know when it’s time to quit there.” “what about here? It looks like you’ve become close with these people. did you ever think about when you leave them?” “yes. But they needed my help. The Brooksons are far too powerful for them, and they will lose their country if I do not help them. But I can teach them to use the bow and arrow, to take the enemy by surprise. They have become my friends and I know they have good intentions.”
There was silence for a minute. Neither of them really wanted to talk about this particular topic. There was something else on their minds. “do you remember, when I ran away?” Emeline looked at Ferlin when he said this. “do you remember what I said?” And she did remember. It’s what she had been holding onto for seven years—his last words to her, until yesterday. His words right before he ran into the forest. “Don’t give up on me, Emeline. Whatever happens, I will come back. I promise we will meet again…” “You said you would come back for me, that we would meet again. You told me never to give up.” “Well, I kept my promise. And I still mean what I said.” he talked no more. They were silent as their eyes met, as they leaned in to each other. Their lips were about to meet… they almost touched…

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okay, okay! here's more. it's not much but very interesting...

“We are here,” said Conkrush as he got off his horse. “Be alert, men, and don’t let those runts see you.” “Sir!” said his assistant spy. “I’ve found them. They’re walking over to that bridge, and they’ll be a sitting target! We’ll bring them down easy.” His captain smiled. “I will bring him down, once and for all.” And he walked over to a boulder with brush around it. The other man pointed them out, and his master smiled again. “He’s got somebody with him this time,” he said. “It shall be two for the price of one.” And he aimed his bow this time, for he had learned of these new weapons. After practice, he was ready. And so he shot. It was slightly crooked, but wind straightened its course. It went straight through Emeline’s back and halfway into Ferlin. His men shouted a war cry, and galloped over the hills onto Mountrush. It was war.
Emeline screamed as the arrow hit her. “Ferlin!..” she exclaimed in shock, and fainted on his shoulder. Ferlin yelled in pain and looked at the girl. “Emeline!” he saw around him a fight arising, and pulled out the arrow. He realized it was the one he had used himself. Hobbling and wincing, he managed to get himself and Emeline by dragging her, into the barn. Belora came and took her away into the cellar, and Ferlin found his weapon. Now there was chaos outside and everybody was half panicked, token completely by surprise. He himself was at the edge of temporary death. But he knew that this would be one of the most important battles he would share with the Mountrushes. He staggered over to the horses, but stopped when he heard a voice behind him.
“I’ve found you,” an enemy soldier said. He was lead by a blood trail into the barn, and he drew out his sword. He charged. Ferlin was too quick for him, but because he was hurt he missed the man and shot the sword. The other man rammed an imaginary one before he realized it was gone and knocked Ferlin’s bow out of his hand. They were both unarmed. “I suppose it’s man to man now,” he said with a rugged stare. Ferlin only stared back, silent and bleeding. It was up to their bodies to get the job done, rather than tools. The man flung himself, but Ferlin dodged and threw a crooked punch. The other man rammed again and almost crushed Ferlin. “You really like doing that,” Ferlin said. Then he jumped away as the man kicked at him. Finally he got in a punch, but so did his rival. This continued for a minute longer until the man caught Ferlin off guard for a moment, and pushed him up against the wall with surprising strength. They were now face to face. “You shall be destroyed by my hands,” he said. Ferlin glowered at him, and his power swelled up inside him. The man was starting to feel it, as Ferlin’s skin and eyes started to glow bright. The man looked up to Ferlin’s burning eyes and the Elfman could feel his fear. “you are not of this world, are you?” the man whispered, and pulled away. He stumbled to the door of the barn. The light was hurting his eyes. “No, I’m not,” said Ferlin in a voice that echoed, and started to travel. When he left, the barn got brighter and brighter until Ferlin disappeared and the barn exploded. The boom stooped all the fighting and threw everybody away from its center. When the Brooksons recovered they took their live men and headed for the hills, and the one that fought Ferlin himself crawled away alone.
This time when Emeline woke up, she was not in a quaint small room with willow curtains. She was in a dark cellar and she was in terrible pain. Belora was at her side. “oh, Emeline,” she said when she saw that she was awake. “Some of us wondered if you would open your pretty eyes ever again! There was a surprise attach from the Broksons, and they hit you in the back with an arrow. Don’t move too much; it’s still in you. We can’t take it out yet.” Emeline was shocked. She couldn’t imagine surviving like this for much longer.“So…will I live? Where’s Ferlin, and why are we in here—what is this place?” Belora shook her head. “We are caved in or something, In this cellar under the house. We are not sure, but it sounded like something big exploded like the house or a bomb. If we get out of here soon, we can get you to a doctor an there is a chance you will live. Ferlin is probably fighting out there with the rest of them. Just whatever you do, don’t move.” A moment later, there was a knock at the door to the cellar and a muffled shout from above. Heads turned, and most people ran over to the door. “We’re in here!” one shouted, and then somebody from up there told them to move away. As soon as they did an ax started chopping away, and soon people started pouring out. Some men came in and gently carried Emeline out of the cellar. She fell asleep before she saw anything else happen.
~**~
 
well, i hope you like this next part.
I'll have to warn you, this scene is a little confusing,but it makes sense later.

Ferlin had shed most of his anger flying through space. He was a very, very long way from Mountrush. He stood up, almost woke up from such impact. Looking around, he saw an empty, plain land. It was gray and foggy, and the ground was sprinkled with ashes. There was no grass. A few trees were found after adjusting to the mist, which seemed to be tiny ash flecks as well. But they were dead-looking in appearance, and looked almost like a mirage. When he got close, he could almost put his hand right through tem. He wasn’t sure they were trees anymore. There was no sign of life anywhere, only a very gentle breeze that carried the mist stuff. “Where am I?” he whispered to himself with a fearful frown on his face. This place felt so…unwelcoming. Uninviting. Unpleasant. “I have to get out of here,” he said, and looked up to the sky. “Wait!” Ferlin jumped at the sound. He whipped out his bow and arrow and pointed it to the direction of the noise. It had been faint and quiet, and he was surprised he could understand it. It wasn’t the language he knew, and he had never spoken it before, but somehow he knew what it meant. He waited for something to sound again, or for something to come out of the dust. A few moments later, he heard the walking of one person. In a few more moments somebody did come. He was an old man, taller than the mountrushes but short still. His beard was as long as himself, and his skin the color of everything else—gray, dead. Even his eyes were the same. He had no complexion. He only blinked once after Ferlin did, and spoke. He said a word that was harder to translate, but Ferlin caught it. It meant, ‘color.’ Bright color. He was astonished, and muttered slowly that he hadn’t seen such a thing in a long time, Ferlin guessed less than two decades. Now Ferlin said, “Who are you?” no answer. “Can you tell me where I am?” the old man repeated the questions with his words. So Ferlin said it that way, repeating it. It made him feel bolder. The man smiled now, and said that Ferlin’s head was growing. Ferlin touched his head in confusion, before he realized that he’d meant that he was getting smarter, or learning. Finally he told the man he had to go, and asked him why he had stopped him at first. The man nodded and went back into the mist, then brought back a box. He pushed it towards Ferlin. Ferlin looked at the man, then the box, and the man told him to take it. So Ferlin reached out and grabbed it. As soon as he touched it he disappeared, and involuntarily traveled away back to Mountrush.

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