Songerie Hill


2. Chapter 2

Alora closed her eyes after what had felt like hours of falling. She had stopped screaming awhile ago, and was now thinking about her situation. It seemed familiar to her, the falling. She tried to remember why, but all she got was a talking rabbit, food that made people shrink, and painting roses. Obviously, there was something wrong with her brain today. She had just drifted off to sleep when she hit the ground with a thud. Pain exploded through her, and she was certain she had broken something. She tried moving her arm, and it brushed against something warm. Warm? Just a moment ago she had been falling through cold nothingness, and now the ground was warm? Alora opened her eyes to see she was laying in a field of grass, with the sun shining bright above her. Alora sat up in shock. Where was the corridor? The darkness? When did the sun get above her?

"Alora!" a voice called. Alora looked around for it's source, only to find nothing. "Alora, where are you?"

"I'm over here!" she replied. A little girl then popped her head out from behind a bush. There was something familiar about her curly blond hair and huge, over-excited brown eyes, but Alora simply couldn't put her finger on it.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. We have to get back soon or Mrs. Everson won't be able to make jam!" The little girl stepped away from the bush, brushing against it with her obnoxiously puffy blue dress. Alora stared at the girl for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out how she knew her. Emmery. That was it, the girl's name was Emmery.

"Come on," Emmery whined impatiently. "We don't have all day."

"Sorry Emms, I think I broke something," Alora replied.  "Come help me up." Emmery ran over and pulled her up. To her shock, the pain from her earlier fall had completely disappeared, as if it had never happened.

"See, you're fine! Now come on!" She darted off towards the bush again, forcing Alora to follow. Emmery stopped and stared strangely at Alora for a couple of seconds, only to ask, "Are you really going to leave your basket?" For the first time, Alora noticed the little brown basket swinging from Emmery's hand, filled to the brim with wild strawberries. She looked behind her to see an identical one laying on the ground just a few feet away from where she had fallen. She ran back to retrieve it, then chased after Emmery across the field.

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