Her World

Meg opened her eyes as she felt people rushing past her stiff body. She saw the feet of people scurry around her. She was now lying on a hard, cold marble floor, not Brock’s soft, warm bed. She sat up, much to her body’s discomfort, and looked around and saw about 20 or more people running around doing various tasks. Well they acted like people but looked more like, “Move it child! I have to dust there” croaked someone, disturbing Meg from her thoughts. She stood up, even more to her body’s discomfort, and faced the woman. The creature, not human like, had bulging yellow eyes like a frog yet had ears like a cat and ‘from the look of the body’; Meg thought with a deep crimson blush, ‘it is defiantly a female’. She did as she was told and moved out of the woman’s way. The woman was holding a broom and quickly resumed her sweeping of the marble floor.

Meg walked around the large room, which had no furniture in it, making sure she stayed out of the way for the others and walked over to a giant wooden mantle. As she started running her fingers across the smooth cold wood, a normal voice cried out at her “Come on child. Get back to work.” She turned to tell her that she didn’t work here, since she didn’t even know where here was, and saw that the woman wasn’t a normal woman at all. She had the body of a woman but the head of a small cow. ‘What was wrong with these people?’ Meg’s mind cried out and she looked around and noticed that nobody looked normal. “But I don’t work here” Meg protested with enough courage that she could muster up. “None sense, you are just like the others. Come on get to wiping off the mirrors and glass. The lord is havin’ a ball tonight and wants everythin’ lookin sparkly” Meg noted that the woman’s voice was high pitched but also had an English accent. She could hear everyone at once and noted they all sounded like that but not as high pitched as the lady in front of her. The cow lady handed her a cloth and walked away yelling at more people. ‘She’s rude’ Meg thought bitterly.

Meg shrugged off the thought and started to do what she was told but there was one problem, there weren’t any mirrors or glass of any sort anywhere! Meg scanned the blue walls and spotted a door slightly ajar across the room and quickly headed towards it. As she reached it, she looked around to see if anyone was going to protest and walked out when she saw that no one even noticed her there. On the other side of the large oak double doors lead a large hallway that seemed endless. There still weren’t any windows or mirrors but pictures of trees and flowers where windows should be. Each one looked like it was a window; the pictures fit together perfectly and were realistic. In the pictures, there were trees on the far side of a field that was covered in different colored flowers. She couldn’t help but touch one to see if it was real as it looked. The picture felt cold and she could feel the strokes that the brush made on them.

She started walking down the long hallway searching for a window but when she saw that she was coming to the end of hall, she decided to go back. When she turned to go back where she was at before, she was facing a wall. “Well that wasn’t there before” she started matter-of-factly. She turned back around only to come to a wall that was a few feet away before. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a door slightly open. She turned and walked in only to see a large oak bed in a room that looked very much like a disorganized library.

She walked over to a pile of books that was sitting on top of a dark wooden table. ‘This is a weird place to have a bed. Why would it be in the middle of a library’, she thought as she picked up a book titled “It’s all Your Fault, So Deal”. “I didn’t know anyone was here”, a deep voice said behind her. Meg dropped the book suddenly when she heard it. She turned around and looked at the floor shyly whilst saying “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I should go”. He walked over to her and lifted her chin with his forefinger. “My dear, it is alright that you are here. I don’t mind. In fact I don’t get many visitors here. Please stay. At least for a little while” he said. His voice was deep and had an English accent.
Meg nodded her head in understanding and started looking around the ‘odd’ library. She walked over to one of the massive bookshelves on the west wall. She dropped her rag on one shelf and picked up one of the books called “Reflection”. She opened up the book and saw that there were no works or pictures in it. As she flipped through the wordless book, she heard the man say “So girl what is your name and why are you here? You’re not one of my servants.” She put the book down and looked up into his cold blue eyes. “My name is Meg and I don’t know why I’m here.” she asked as she looked up at him. He was clearly 3 or 4 inches taller than her. He had light brown hair with a hint of blond that fell down to just above his shoulders. He wasn’t well muscled like most guys she saw but he wasn’t bone thin either. His shoulders were broad as well was his chest. Her green eyes scanned over him quickly and brought her eyes back up to his face. She turned around again and ran her fingers across the books. “It’s is a pleasure to meet you Meg, my name is-” he was interrupted by a loud ringing sound rushing in from the hallways. He turned his head towards the direction it was coming from and didn’t seem to be phased by the sound.

Meg on the other hand grabbed her head in pain as the sound pounded against her ears, tears started to swell up in her eyes. She closed her eyes shut and when she opened them again, she was greeted to the sight of being surrounded by giant Red Woods. Obviously, she was no longer inside of the house. She started walking, what she believed, was north and soon found her self in a few feet away from a crystal clear pond. As she walked closer to the pond she noticed a little girl in a faded yellow dress skipping and every so often picking up a flower.

As Meg walked closer to the pond, she noticed that it was in fact a lake. Soon she stopped at the edge of the water and looked to her left and right she saw that the lake turned into a beach and there was white sand under her feet. Meg looked a head of her and saw the sun setting overtop of the perfect blue water. As it hit water, the colors went from a clear blue to a purple and red. It was breath-taking. She turned around and came face to face with the child. The little girl had gray hair and yellow eyes. She didn’t even come up to Meg’s stomach. Meg was starting to realize that in this dream, everything was not as it appeared. The little girl, who she thought was a child from a distance, was really an old woman but she was the size of a small child.

“What are you seeking out peasant?” the old woman asked in a
hoarse voice. To much of Meg’s surprise the shyness in her fled and she became a new person. Above all else she once normal clothes were gone and she now wore a long, baggy yellow shirt with a pair of black leggings and a pair of old yellow leather shoes and a belt that was around her waist. The shirt was much like a dress because of its size. It was torn in places at the bottom of it and tattered as well. Her shoes were worn but did feel comfortable to her.

Meg looked down at her self in her new appearance and saw that her surroundings had once again changed. Now Meg, and the old woman, stood in a snow covered road with Pine trees marking the sides of the road. Meg was so caught up in what was happening around her she didn’t hear what the old woman was saying. “I asked you what are you seeking out?” the woman said again but sounded more annoyed this time.

Meg looked down at the woman again and said “I wish to know where I am, and why I keep finding myself in different places without moving my feet.” With this the old woman started laughing. Meg couldn’t understand why though. After a few minutes of this Meg said, rather annoyed, “Why are you laughing?”

“Well child” she said after a few seconds of catching her breath, “I can’t answer that first question but you keep moving because that is the way of the land here. If your mind wanders, you’ll find your self to another place that is deeper in your mind.” With that she turned and started walking down the road. Meg could hear the woman’s laughter ringing through out the forest. As she continued walking the woman started becoming transparent and Meg could see the snow covered road through her.

“Why can’t you tell me where I am though?” Meg yelled out to her. She could hear in the wind that was stirring the woman saying “Only the Lord of this land can tell you what it’s called.” Once again laughter could be heard through the wind. “But who is the Lord of this land than?” she yelled out louder. Meg couldn’t hear anything anymore, not even the laughter. The wind was blowing gently but that was about it. She scuffed her feet in the snow as she began walking down the road. The wind picked up snow and she covered her eyes, blocking it with her arm because it stung them.