passing between them.
He put his arms around her and pulled her tighter
to him, kissing her hungrily and hearing her moan slightly at the passion they
both seemed to feel.
Isabella felt a desperation she had never felt
before. She wanted … needed … to be closer to him. Letting herself go
with the feeling, she kissed him back as hard as she could but soon the sound
of people starting to emerge from their homes made her pull away.
"People are waking up. I must go. Please stay
here. Don't go."
He heard the pleading in her voice and nodded and
smiled at her.
"I will be here, I promise."
And then he saw her wander off. He lay down on the
grass but did not want to risk being seen so kept his hands off it, choosing
instead to lie on his back and keep his hands on his chest. He didn't yet know for
certain if when he transported to be able to see what she saw, other people in
her view might be able to see him , even though she had said it must be
the case.
Through the day he saw her from a distance a few
times, often chatting and laughing as if she were having a conversation,
although he saw no-one with her.
When he got hungry he reached in to his pack and ate
a few of the last tiny morsels he had left in the form of dry food. He could
still remember the taste of the apple and it made him salivate slightly. And he
couldn't be sure but it felt like even though that apple perhaps should have
disappeared from his stomach as soon as he removed himself from that time and
place that he ate it, he didn't feel like it had. His stomach had continued to
feel the same as it had when he had eaten it. It was a good sign - if he could
get more food from her, he might survive this journey after all.
Later on, when he'd had some sleep, he heard her
voice coming toward him, and opened his eyes to see her striding in his
direction. She was looking around her but she also had someone beside her … and
Trent noticed immediately that not only could Trent see the man, but that the
elderly man was looking straight at him .
The older man guided Isabella to sit down on the
ground, cross-legged, facing him so that to others it would look like they were
meditating and having a serious conversation. He instructed her to not look at
the third person in their seating arrangement, now that other people were
seemingly moving around the village.
"You are a traveller, I see," the
elderly man said.
"Can you … see me?" Trent asked,
uncertain yet what was happening.
"I can indeed. You are not the first
traveller I have encountered, but it has been almost 300 years since the last
one came through here."
Both Isabella and Trent asked at the same time,
"300 years??" and the elder laughed softly.
"Yes, 300 years. The last time someone came
here though, did not end well. Your name is Trent, yes?" he asked and Trent
nodded. "What you see, Trent, I think, is the result of what happened when
the last traveller was here. He came here and at first he merged with our
people, fitting in as a welcome guest. Then he went away. Not long after he had
left, he came back, this time with many people. They did not want to just visit
us. They wanted to take what was sustaining us - a power and heat source that
sits under the earth that we sit on now. We would not let them take it, and
they fought us to try and take it by force."
"And that is how your village became
destroyed?" Trent asked, feeling quite ill at the story being told to him.
"Yes."
Isabella was disbelieving of what she was hearing.
"But Elder Rhys, we are here, and the village
is not destroyed…"
The ancient looked at her.
"You have much to learn, Isabella. You and I
are in a different timeline to what Trent is. What we see is hundreds of years
behind what he sees. The ground here is the only link he can have to our time.
"But then how can I see Isabella? And
you?" Trent asked, still open to the possibility that he had died and was
a ghost.
The ancient nodded.
"It is a complex thing indeed. I
He put his arms around her and pulled her tighter
to him, kissing her hungrily and hearing her moan slightly at the passion they
both seemed to feel.
Isabella felt a desperation she had never felt
before. She wanted … needed … to be closer to him. Letting herself go
with the feeling, she kissed him back as hard as she could but soon the sound
of people starting to emerge from their homes made her pull away.
"People are waking up. I must go. Please stay
here. Don't go."
He heard the pleading in her voice and nodded and
smiled at her.
"I will be here, I promise."
And then he saw her wander off. He lay down on the
grass but did not want to risk being seen so kept his hands off it, choosing
instead to lie on his back and keep his hands on his chest. He didn't yet know for
certain if when he transported to be able to see what she saw, other people in
her view might be able to see him , even though she had said it must be
the case.
Through the day he saw her from a distance a few
times, often chatting and laughing as if she were having a conversation,
although he saw no-one with her.
When he got hungry he reached in to his pack and ate
a few of the last tiny morsels he had left in the form of dry food. He could
still remember the taste of the apple and it made him salivate slightly. And he
couldn't be sure but it felt like even though that apple perhaps should have
disappeared from his stomach as soon as he removed himself from that time and
place that he ate it, he didn't feel like it had. His stomach had continued to
feel the same as it had when he had eaten it. It was a good sign - if he could
get more food from her, he might survive this journey after all.
Later on, when he'd had some sleep, he heard her
voice coming toward him, and opened his eyes to see her striding in his
direction. She was looking around her but she also had someone beside her … and
Trent noticed immediately that not only could Trent see the man, but that the
elderly man was looking straight at him .
The older man guided Isabella to sit down on the
ground, cross-legged, facing him so that to others it would look like they were
meditating and having a serious conversation. He instructed her to not look at
the third person in their seating arrangement, now that other people were
seemingly moving around the village.
"You are a traveller, I see," the
elderly man said.
"Can you … see me?" Trent asked,
uncertain yet what was happening.
"I can indeed. You are not the first
traveller I have encountered, but it has been almost 300 years since the last
one came through here."
Both Isabella and Trent asked at the same time,
"300 years??" and the elder laughed softly.
"Yes, 300 years. The last time someone came
here though, did not end well. Your name is Trent, yes?" he asked and Trent
nodded. "What you see, Trent, I think, is the result of what happened when
the last traveller was here. He came here and at first he merged with our
people, fitting in as a welcome guest. Then he went away. Not long after he had
left, he came back, this time with many people. They did not want to just visit
us. They wanted to take what was sustaining us - a power and heat source that
sits under the earth that we sit on now. We would not let them take it, and
they fought us to try and take it by force."
"And that is how your village became
destroyed?" Trent asked, feeling quite ill at the story being told to him.
"Yes."
Isabella was disbelieving of what she was hearing.
"But Elder Rhys, we are here, and the village
is not destroyed…"
The ancient looked at her.
"You have much to learn, Isabella. You and I
are in a different timeline to what Trent is. What we see is hundreds of years
behind what he sees. The ground here is the only link he can have to our time.
"But then how can I see Isabella? And
you?" Trent asked, still open to the possibility that he had died and was
a ghost.
The ancient nodded.
"It is a complex thing indeed. I
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