what time is it? part 2

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Part two of What time is it, She has been helped, and found a new friend, as well as seeing a long lost friend, then, an enemy. Who imposes a deep impeccable doom about them.

Submitted: May 12, 2016

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I was shot that’s for sure, but by who I don’t know. If I want to live I have to act fast. I grab my skirt and rip a long strip and  wrapped it around me as tight as I could. Then I laid flat and crawled through the tall grass. This was no soft luscious grass. It had sticks, dead grass, and pine cones everywhere. I start to get dizzy, shit, I think to myself I’m about to pass out. As i continue to crawl I see a hole nestled at the bottom of one of the pine trees. No doubt it was from the bear that is now laying in the field. I crawl down there and it’s colder than ever. But cozy, as I Lay there praying that they find me. The sun is high in the sky, and still I’m alone. I lay there drifting into darkness and praying help will come soon. Just as my eyes are closing I see a figure and I fall asleep happy knowing that I am now safe.
 I dream, fire, I see fire, I’M ON FIRE! I open my eyes wide and shoot up into a sitting position. But I wasn’t in my room, I look down to see my stomach is wrapped in a deer hide. I start to take it off when a woman walks in and sees me she yells and I stop. She’s speaking a language that I don’t understand what she’s saying, some of it I can comprehend. But just because of gestures she was making. “Sitta, rest.” She said to me. I lay back down, She leaves, and as soon as she does so I get up quickly until I hear a voice say, “You know you should stay down like my mother just told you. If you move now you’ll mess up the wound and you’ll die.” I sit back down, the voice belonged to a girl, who had long black hair, dark eyes, she was wearing an animal skin dress, and she had a necklace made of Turquoise. She didn’t have shoes, I lay there for a few seconds before asking, “What language was your mom speaking?” She looked at me for a while before finally saying, “ She was speaking Trigedasleng, it’s a new form of English, that way none of the soldiers who watch us can’t understand us.” As I sit there thinking, I ask “How does it work, I want to learn. “ She looks at me with a blank stare. “Okay, maybe, get some rest. “ And with that, she left. I hear children laughing, dogs barking, and the world moving along without me, as I lay there in the bed. This bed is way more comfortable than the one at Storms house, it’s full of animal hides which make it warmer too. I’m glad for that, cause the nights are bitter cold. When I awake the next day the girl who was talking with me yesterday was putting died meat and fruit on my bed next to me. “ What’s your name by the way?” I ask, I don’t think I’ll get an answer, but might as well try. “ Ayasha, it means little one.”  As she was saying this she was halfway out of the walkway. She doesn’t talk much, which is fine by me, maybe she’s just shy, who knows.
About a month later when Ayasha’s mother came in I tried my best to speak to her, “can ai bants nau ai want kom walk.” She smiles at me and says “ How did you learn so quickly?” “I listen to people talking outside and you too. Once I got a few words I understood how it worked.” “Very well. And it should take two more full moons till you can walk around, but you can come sit outside  today if you’d like,” she said with a smile. “Yes, please definitely I would love that.” She leaves, a few minutes later she returns with her daughter, they help me out the walkway. 
When we get out there the sun blinds me. I cover my eyes, then I get to sit on this log which is really poky but I don’t complain... I rub my eyes and everything comes into focus, people are staring at me. I hear someone say, Orenda. “Ayasha, what does that mean?” I whisper to her. “It means, ‘white sun’ “ Her mom interrupted our conversation, “  Do yu gada want kom ge dina “ “Sha” Ayasha replies. As we sit there I notice 3 children hiding and watching us. I nudge Ayasha “Look” She turns and it takes her a little but she spots them. “hei come kom me em ste klir” The children look at one another and walk over to us slowly. One is a bit taller than the three, his hair is down to his waist, he’s only wearing a pair of leather pants, and some moccasins. He is holding a small baby who clings to his hip at the sight of this strange person. Last, is a child about four or five, another little boy. When I finish examining them, they are a few feet in front of me, staring. “These are my brothers, they are really curious of you, considering my mother is always wandering around worrying about you.” Interesting, I wonder why she cares so much, Ayasha waits for my response so I just nod my head. The boys are just staring at me “ My name is Bonn…” “They know who you are but not by that name, Orenda” As she corrects me. A ball flies through the air past us and the boys eyes revert to it and then look at Ayasha. “Sha, go ona.”The older boy hands that baby to Ayasha, they don’t hesitate and take off after it.  
We sit there talking, sometimes not talking at all just watching, which is fine by me because I’d rather watch everyone from out here than listen to them in the tent. Ayasha’s mom returns with a basket of fruit and dried meat. I’m grateful for this, cause I haven’t eaten since this morning, which by my judgment was about 4 hours ago. I eat a few slices of the meat, which is unflavored, but is still the best meat I’ve eaten in a long time. As the sun goes down I know that I have to go back in the tent soon so I grab a few more slices of meat and put them in my bag. When I sit there and no one comes over to tell me to get back in the tent I start to get up on my own, but before I can move an old woman run over to me and shoves me back onto the log, then shakes her finger at me. Then as quickly as she came she ran back the way she came. As I sit there, I look around the and the sun is passed the horizon and it’s getting dark fast. I wait. Wait, and wait some more. I hear crackling in the bush behind me, I whip my neck around and stare into the bush it’s still rustling and when I’m about to yell for someone a familiar face pops out of the bush Storm. I’m glad that he’s here but then I realize that if he stays here and gets caught, he will die. I look around frantically, no one in sight. I get up and hobble over to the bush he hides behind, then squat down and fall on my butt. “What are you doing here?!” I whisper slash scream at him. “I’m looking for you, I have been for a long time. Let’s go.” He turns trying to crawl away, into the underbrush. “ I can’t, not yet.” I have to find Ayasha and tell her. 
“Who is that?”
“A friend that I met here.” 
“Okay, I’ll wait here for you.”
“No, you can’t. They’ll catch you.”
“Then where.”
“Um… Let me think.” I sit there for second. I got it. “Go down the stream there should be an apple tree there. I’ll meet you there when the sun rises.”
“Okay, I will, and if you don’t show I’ll start heading back that way, toward that mountain.” He points, and in the faint of dark, I see a tall lone mountain.
“Okay,I’ll see you tomorrow.” I wait for him to crawl out of sight and then stand up and hobble back to the log just in time. Ayasha rounds the corner of a tent and smiles at me as she walks over.
“Why are you out of breath?
“No reason, I have to tell you something…”
“Can it wait? There’s something really special that’s about to start in a few minutes.” I look at her and she looks really happy and eager to tell me what’s about to happen. “Okay, what’s going on?” Her eyes light up and she pulls me to a fire pit about fifty feet from where we were before. As soon as I sit on the log a loud drum sounds in the distance. The fire crackles to the beat, bum bum pop pop pop bum bum pop pop. It was like the fire was enchanted. As I sit waiting for this to be over I hear chanting, but not in English or Trigedasleng, but something that I’ve never heard before. When I looked around the fire, I see everyone’s eyes have turned a piercing blue, almost glowing, their hair turned white, all of them, young and old. I look at Ayasha and she has the same properties about her. I start to panic when a hand touches my shoulder. 
I’m back home, my window is open and birds are singing. It was all a dream. I’m in my pajamas. I hear a knock on the door, then, before I can say who is it I hear someone else who sounds like me say it. This was no dream, I’m in my own memory, the day before I left in the time machine. My mother walks into the room and hands me my towel, “You better get dressed, we’re going to see the new house, you get to have first pick at rooms.” I don’t say anything, I was mad because we were moving to another state and that meant that I wouldn’t see my friends again. My eye’s shift to the picture of us, and I stare at it for a long time. 
I feel the memory slip and I catch my breath. No one’s hair is white, no one’s eyes are blue, but everyone is staring at me now. Ayasha is the only one who doesn't look deathly afraid of me. She sits next to me and looks back at everyone. “ORENDA!” A voice booms through the air. I wince at the howls that come along with it. A big man, about seven feet tall takes claim to the voice. He has three wolves accompanying him. Two of them are pure white while one has a white body and a black spot in the center of its head, about the size of a quarter and perfectly round. The wolves eyes are all blue, except the one with the black spot, it has one blue eye and one yellow eye. The man has furs covering him and his eyes are black, not dark brown but black. He has a staff, it’s made of birch wood from what it looks like. He walks toward me, slowly, the wolves stay behind. When he reaches me, he squats to eye level and whispers, “I know where you come from.”

 


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