~ Entry from Greyson's Journal ~
I felt awful for her, that she had her breath constricted by a piece of clothing.
This whole affair was still boggling my mind, I'm pretty sure we had traveled through time. We were wearing 1800's clothes, just like in that one movie that one of the ladies at the orphanage made us watch. Pride and prejudice I think it was... That was around 1808, I would have to make sure I had the time right once we were hopefully settled comfortably in this person's house
After the comment that Hazel made about being as heavy as a hippo, I was sure she was joking, girls always are so conscious of their weight.
When I picked her up, she was heavier than she looked, but she wasn't really that heavy. It was like carrying and duffel bag stuffed with clothes, and maybe a couple if books. Hardly worth being conscious over.
I knocked at the door, and a neatly dressed man with a moustache answered.
"How may I help you? Master Thompson has retired to his study," said the neatly dressed man.
"Who is it Geoffrey?" Came a slightly husky voice.
The voice belonged to an even more richly clothed, tall blonde man.
"Good heavens!" He exclaimed "come in at once!"
Concern dripped in his voice.
"Follow me."
He led me to a sitting area that had some chairs, and had a small expensive looking sofa.
"You can set her down there," he said still concerned.
Hazel played her part, she groaned as I set her down, and her eyes fluttered pretending to be awoken.
"Are we there yet?" She said softly, going along with our act.
"No, Hazel, but this kind man has let us catch our breath from that long trek," I paused and looked at the man "to whom should we bestow our thanks?"
"My name is Lucas Thompson, the master of this manor."
"We are at the estate of Mr. Thompson," I echoed back to her softly "please be at ease and rest."
She eased and closed her eyes.
"What has brought you here?" The man asked "the closest house or town is 10 miles away from here, certainly you did not walk the whole way."
"Well...," I began.
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The Companions of Time
General FictionYou must not question the story you are about to read. That is if you are courageous enough to in fact read it. It has been pieced together through diary entries, court cases, and the memories of a mad man. It was cast off as the babbling of oral tr...
