Secrets

The Crossing

It was as suddenly at it came. The pain retreated into the back of my mind, focusing on a even smaller point in my body. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying on a Chinese bridge, with rose petals covering me. Around me were plants like I've never seen: trees with pale lights shining, giving off a warm look. The grass beneath me were full of roses. The sky was a deep blue, filled with a thousand twinkling stars. These stars were so bright like I've never seen. Shining above me, I let my mind wander, completely blissed out. Wow, where am I? I thought in wonder. I clearly remember passing out in Vincent's arms, so how on earth did I get here? No matter where, I would never want to leave again. The moon shone across the river below, casting a warm, comforting light in the water. I smiled. The trees, plants, flowers, and the sky are so different. I looked down, and despite the darkness, I could see my clothes clearly. I was wearing a a long dress, made up of pale silk. When I moved, the fabric rippled around my legs. It was so soft, when I touched it, I felt like I was touching water. So smooth. The dress was knee length, which fitted perfectly on me. The thin strip of silk that hung around my shoulder slipped, showing half of my shoulders. A warm breeze passed around me, but despite the warm, I shivered.

"Glad your awake." A voice said.

I shivered again. Footsteps echoed around me.

"Hey!" I yelled at a boy my own age, who was busy trying to carry what looked like a basket Lotus flowers.

He froze and turned around. Our eyes locked. He looked as if he was no older than seventeen, yet there's also something that tells me that it's not right. I feel like I should recognize him, but I just can't remember. He had blond, almost white hair, hazel eyes, and a taunting smile. He was wearing pretty causal, like he didn't plan for it. His eyes had a warm, welcoming look. I looked him up and down. He smiled at me.

"Who are you? And why am I here?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"Your are standing on the bridge between Aquamarine and Azorecitrine." He answered, and, by the look I gave him, added, "You don't trust me?"

"What have you given me to trust?" I said, defensive.

"'What have I given you to distrust?" He replied, quoting Charles Wallace from 'A Wrinkle In Time'.

"Still, you are no friend of mine, as I am to you. Merely strangers who have crossed one another's paths. Here, bonded by the same reasons, searching for the same answer." I answered, quietly.

He chuckled.

"Smart, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't call myself smart if I were you."

He chuckled again.

"You're lost." He said it like a statement, not a question.

"Yes." I admitted. "Can you show me the way to get back to the Rutherford Castle?"

"It's a long way from here. The portal only opens once every decade or so. You might've missed your chance." He replied, looking at me.

"Are you joking?" I ask in disbelief.

"You are not from here, aren't you? Alas, the portal choses whom to keep." He ignored my question.

"Huh? Listen, I need to get back to that castle. I must've passed out and hit my head on something. I'm positive this is not real." I said.