And Clarise's aventures continue!
Did she really fall off the stupid horse? It felt like she
had fallen off a roof top. Slowly she
got up off the ground. It wasn’t the
ground she was riding across moments ago. Thick trees and grass surrounded her and it was
dead quiet..almost eerie.
“No.. it couldn’t be…” She whispered to herself as she slowly
got up and brushed the grass and pine needles off her clothing. She had left the door open… and it was a full
moon. "ughhhhhh!" she groaned. Just what she did not what to do. She spotted a few yards over the
war horse, happily grazing. She had been caring for him ever since Will had vanished. Prehaps she could reunite the two and head back home somehow. She whistled to him and he came trotting up to her.
“Well boy, where ever we are, we best go find someone who can
find your master.” She said as she climbed up on him. She definatly wasn’t any
where near home. Where, she did not know quiet yet. Some how the door still
worked even with her just in the yard and in the middle of the day. It bewildered her.
She found a path and diligently kept to it, yet the more
they rode down it, the longer it seemed to go. Animals seemed to hop or leap out
of no where as the trotted along. They came to a crossing in the road. There
was a sign, she couldn’t read it. It was in a language very not familiar to
her, she decided to go right as the path looked more traveled. Perhaps there
was a town or something up above.
They rounded a bend in the road and she came upon a familiar
sight. A church. The church looked like
the one in the village that she lived in. But something about the church was
different. It was actually busy and it seemed new, or in much better keep. She
rode the horse up to what looked like a hitching post and got off. She felt bad
tying him by the reins. She had always been told that was a no no in the USA…
but she had nothing else to secure the horse with. There were a few people tending the the
church garden, they all seemed to stop and do what they were doing once they
saw her making her way towards the church. As she walked, she studied their
clothes and quiet quickly realized, this was not home or even close. Most definately the middle ages, actually
quite early middle ages by looking at the gardeners clothes. There was nothing
elaborate about their modest outfits and they actually seemed to look at her in
fear. A thought raced across her mind, she soon dismissed it and kept walking
to the big large wooden doors.
She pushed open the doors, they were quiet heavy. To her surprise there was a group of nun’s
praying at the front of the church. She stopped in her footsteps in
astonishment. One of the nuns stood up. Her clothing was a bit more regal than
the rest. She spun around and dropped her rosary.
“His holiness! What have you brought to our church?” She
looked Clarise up and down and gasped.
“A witch……” She gasped as she held her hand over her mouth
in shock.
Clarise didn’t know what to say or do. She stood frozen in
the isle. Just what she needed… to be called a witch and all she did was walk in
to a church.. but in modern clothing. This was going to be interesting. The middle ages... this was going to be fun.
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