IMPORTANT MESSAGE:
I will be attending the local middle school for about a month, instead of homeschooling, so my updates might not be as frequent because of school and homework. Sorry about that.
I wasn't sure if this was a good place in the story to bring out the contents of this chapter, since I was originally planning to wait a little longer, but it fits better than I thought it would.
Super messy, since I edited it last minute, but enjoy!
—sacrificing sleep to update this, Jane
When she opened her eyes, she was standing in an unfamiliar place.
A landscape of rubble and destruction stretched out in all directions, as far as she could see. The sky was grey, weighed down with heavy clouds.
Sophie turned around to scan the area properly as the first drop of rain fell from the sky. The downpour that followed was a true storm. It felt as if the gods were overturning huge buckets filled with water.
Her shirt clung to her skin, soaked all the way through.
When Sophie arrived back at her original position, having turned a full circle, there was a door in front of her.
The paint was a faded white, old and chipped, and the handle was tarnished. It wasn't connected to anything, it didn't lead anywhere—it was just standing there, in the middle of the ruins.
Something inside of her stirred as she examined it, and without any reason for doing so, she stretched out her hand.
The doorknob gave a sharp click when she turned it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared inside, at the strange, alien world that shouldn't have existed.
What lay beyond the door was a scene that seemed too beautiful to be real, a space that seemed as if all time had melded together. Stars filled the sky, shining brightly in a backdrop that was both dawn and dusk, and a soft sun glowed quietly in the distance, hidden behind a thin veil of clouds.
Her heart beating overtime, Sophie stepped one foot inside.
When she passed through the doorframe, she felt like she was moving in slow motion.
And then the door was closing behind her, and she was standing in a quiet field filled with tall grass, her clothes dry and warm.
"What the . . ."
So you're finally here.
"Who's there?" she demanded.
The light from the stars shifted, casting a complex pattern over the ground, and Sophie realized there was something in front of her, tall and crooked, a . . .
"A tree?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
This is the form I like best, the tree-thing responded. It's been a while, Sophie Foster. I remember you asked me the same thing when we met for the first time.
"Sorry, you have the wrong Sophie Foster," she said. "I think I'd know if I met a talking tree before."
No one ever remembers me . . .
"Especially if that tree acts super depressed," Sophie added. "Seriously, you sound like some overdramatic teenager who hates the world."
Have you ever been told you're too generous with those insults?
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