The Time Traveller

Kiki is just an ordinary girl with a normal family and a familiar life. But then Kiki finds herself in Carn Euny hundreds of years ago and her unforgettable adventure starts with a bang. The people of Carn Euny are in deep trouble; a tribe approaches ever closer wanting war and they can't think of any ways to fight them off. Kiki is told that if she can help she will become famous and loved. All her life Kiki has felt unimportant...will this be her time to shine?


2. A twist


I leapt up the steps, excitement flooding through me. Hurriedly, I peeped into the field and an amazing sight caught my eyes.  Spread across the field were all kinds of shapes and sizes of ruined stones. Some miniscule, some massive. As it was early in the morning, the place looked fresh what with all the wet grass and moss on the ruins. The ruins were like a bit of ancient life suddenly popped up in the middle of this field! Hardly anybody had visited the ruin today which was even better as it meant I had the place to myself for the day! There was even a factory behind the countryside which looked so weird; I can’t even start to explain. The actual ruins were covered in a carpet of royal, green moss and there were plenty of holes leading into mysterious, winding tunnels. Dewdrops lay on the grass like pearls, gleaming and flashing in the early morning, May sunlight. I noticed that my mouth was open – I can’t recall opening it in the first place – and hastily closed it. The place was beautiful though, and magic in its own weird kind of way.


I stepped onto the dewy grass. It felt light and springy underneath my feet; I jumped up and down a little. I know that it was childish, but it felt just like a trampoline. I remembered when we went on walks together, Me, Mum, Dad and Kim. We hadn’t been walking recently, mainly because Kim won’t go anymore – he’s a typical teenager but he can be nice to me still. He helps me with my Maths homework, gave me piggy backs when I was little and is currently teaching me chess. When his mates are around, it’s a different story. It’s not cool, apparently, to help sisters with Maths homework or to teach them to play chess. I didn’t see how, but Kim did and told me that he couldn’t hang out with me when his mates were there and that I’d have to “get lost” for a bit. How unfair is that. I used to adore Kim, I mean I still do don’t get me wrong but not when his mates are with him. When we did go on the walks I always used to try and jump on springy grass or moss, and I think he would have loved this particular field just as much as I do now.


Suddenly, I noticed a large dog, dirtier then Loobie, sprint past followed by a mean looking man with sly eyes and with a hungry look on his face. Did I tell you that I’m not at all shy? I went up to the man and asked him what he thought he was doing chasing the poor thing and why it was in such distress. He replied with gritted teeth, “He’s being a mischievous little critter today; he’s in for it when I catch him, and now leave me alone young lass so I can find him.”

“No chance! You’re just a mean old bully. That dog doesn’t deserve you being so vile to it. It looked so scared and timid.” And with that I ran as fast as I could to catch up with the poor little thing. After running three minutes or so, the man caught up with me and asked me what I thought I was doing. Without a reply, I ran even faster. I was now in a little clearing and spotted the dog cowering in a corner, hiding behind some large ferns.


I walked slowly up to him and talked in a soothing voice. “It’s ok, I love dogs. Look, I have a dog of my own.” Not that I needed to introduce Loobie, she had already done that herself! She was sniffing at him, and they were now rubbing noses. I sighed. It looked like we were going to have to have another dog even though

 I knew this was absurd. The cruel man read my thoughts, “You can have him you little tinker. I hate him anyway. Go on, take him home.” he snarled.

“I can’t, my Mum will go mad at me. I might as well call the Blue Cross and see what they have to say about this!” I laughed. I took out my mobile and dialled the number; soon I was on the line. I knew the number well as I had had once called when I saw a stray cat on my stroll to the corner store and another time when I saw an injured bird. I lifted up my head to see that the cowardly man had dashed off without even thanking me. “Hello, this is the Blue Cross service. What can we do for you?”


“I have found this poor dog, a Border Collie dog, fully grown I think. He’s in distress and his owner was chasing him. The man has run off now, and I know my Mum won’t let me take the dog home.” I recalled.

“Ok, thank you for following the man, we will arrive soon. Where are you?” the woman asked me.

“In the Retrevet Forest, near your main centre.” I replied, confidently.

“We will be there soon. Is there an adult with you?”

“No, there isn’t I was at the nearby ruins – Carn Euny.” But as I said this, an old lady walked past.

“Hello dear, are you ok?” she asked me, looking from me to the dog, worriedly.

“There’s a lady passing now, one second. I’m sorry.” I said to the lady on the phone.

“There’s this dog, I’m ringing the Blue Cross but somebody needs to wait with him.”

“Ok, deary, I’ve got plenty of time; I’ll wait here for you. Do you know how long it’s going to be, lovey?”

“This lady says she will wait, but she wants to now how long it will be.” I told the officer.

“We are not far away to approximately five to ten minutes.” she informed me, professionally.

I told the passer-by this and she said that was ok, I could go now.

“The lady is happy to wait.” I said.

“Ok, goodbye. Thank you for informing us of your viewing.” she replied, sounding like a tape recorder or like she was reading from a script.

I closed my mobile and thanked the old lady. I continued on my walk, after giving the dog an affectionate pat and a reassuring word. It took a while to pull Loobie away from the male dog, but eventually she gave in and followed me, looking back ever so often over her shoulder. Soon we got back to the ruins (as I had only been running for a while to find the dog) and I thought aloud, “Gosh! A detour already. At least something exciting has happened!”



A notice board was nearby the entrance where I was standing, catching my breath, so I went over to examine it. It was standing on two wooden legs and had a large map on its vast plastic surface. Places like a market square, village walls and tunnels were all labelled in bold font. I eventually decided to have a look at the “market square”.  Looking back at the map, I saw that the market square was the biggest area – I supposed it was also the most important. By the looks of things, it was placed about 20 metres from the notice board and I could just make out the circle, followed by another large notice board.  I started to make my way towards it, slowly taking in all the scenery around me.  It was beautiful scenery. Lush green fields, golden corn fields and terraced houses in the distance with charming red tiles. Apart from the factory in the foreground the view was very nostalgic.


On the way there, I passed several sections all with notice boards near them, some big some quite small; all on wooden legs, with plastic surfaces and colour coded maps, information and pictures. Eventually, I reached the Market Square, not that it looks anything like a Market square anymore. Twelve big stones were positioned widely apart, strange because the areas nearer the board and around me where quite tightly packed. Just outside the ruins of the so-called Market Square, another notice board stood. I went up to it to see what the Market square used to be liked before whatever happened that made them so unrecognisable. There was a sepia picture of a village with dusty pigs outside a myriad of straw huts and old-fashioned people wearing peculiar clothes. One wore an apron, torn and dirty with age, another wore a wide brimmed straw hat that looked handmade, and yet another person wore some brown leather boots with metal buckles either side. The people stood washing their pots and pans in the stream trickling by in the centre of the village. There were also stalls selling rain, vegetables and ripe, juicy berries. Some text at the side informed me that these were all Iron Age ruins from a time long ago where Iron was being used in abundance.


Sadly, the ruins showed no signs of any of these lively activities and bubbly atmosphere. In fact, the place looked rather magnificent now, but all in all very, well dead! I wished I could have seen it with all this noise, crowds and everyday life. It also made me think how modern we are to these people I saw on the picture before me. We say we couldn’t live without out game consoles, TV’s, playstations, all of which most of us have, but these people probably would have said they couldn’t live without food, water and family. Everything was different in this picture. The only thing I could see that gave a hint that not everything was going fine was a worried man, poring over a bundle of design papers. I wondered to myself what was going on and why he looked so troubled, but the text gave me no more information. Perhaps, it was a deep secret, lost in time and he had to discover it. Maybe his prize plan had been rejected. Even the town could be in deep trouble and this man was responsible. Or maybe, he was just designing another hut. Oh the excitement! I knew I was day-dreaming once more. I love to imagine and use my mind to think about what has happened. I bumped back and remembered that there were lots of other places. Suddenly I had an urge to explore the mystifying tunnels so I made my way over to them, my heart pounding.




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