completely fascinated by the figure in front of her. Deciding whether to touch it or not, she picked up the locket, careful not to close it in fear that it would close the opening as well. Cautiously, she stuck her right hand in first, to see what would happen.
It felt welcoming and powerful. The feeling was a bit cool at first, a little bit like sticking your hand in silly putty, but then it heated up. The heat soon spread to her elbow, then up to her shoulder, and finally throughout her entire body. The feeling shortly devoured her so much that she felt the need to stick the rest of herself through the portal.
At first, she was transported to nothing … literally. There was a white light and a lot of empty space. Then everything sped up. A wash of colors swarmed and splashed around her, making her dizzy. Her body felt sick for a moment, and then it felt empowered with energy as tingles ran from her head to her toes.
All of a sudden, a rip in the portal emerged out of nowhere, sucking her into it. She tried to pull back, but the vivid white light was too strong, defeating her.
Then, in the blink of an eye, she arrived.
She was in a world she could never even have dreamt of.
Savannah was standing atop of a large hill, gazing out at the place around her. Meadows and forests stretched out as far as she could see, though there were no trees within a twenty-yard range of her. Some of the trees grew luscious-looking fruit, while some stayed perfect without so much as a twig out of place.
Hills and hills of bright green grass were filled with beautiful, fantasy flowers. From what she could set her eyes on, absolutely none of the colors were fading off of the flowers. Many buds were bursting into bloom, and, simultaneously, none were wilting.
Not one patch of grass had a bare spot, and there were no weeds in sight. Twisting her head toward the sky, Savannah could see that it was a flawless blue, no clouds for miles. What was this place?
Shaking her head, she brought up her hand to look again at the locket. It looked so casual, so normal. Well, whatever it was that just happened, Savannah assumed that by closing the locket, the portal would close and by opening it back up, then it would come back. Going through the portal must have automatically closed the locket for her, so she decided that if she reopened it, then she could go home.
She was wrong.
Oh no, I am definitely not in New York anymore, she mused. Gazing down again at the flowers, she could not even begin to know what she thought of this place. Where am I, Candy Land? The Land of Oz? How am I ever going to get home?
Savannah opened her hand to take a look at the necklace inside a second time. And to think that this all came from one little, locket. I hate to admit it, but Mom was right, you can definitely escape the world in here. She took a deep breath. I must be losing my mind.
But her thoughts were soon interrupted by the image of something, or someone, running straight toward her, arms waving in the air, as if to get her attention. Well, whoever this person was, it had worked.
By the time the person had at last reached her, Savannah gasped, because what remained before her was something completely unexpected.
Chapter Five
F or somewhere around two whole minutes, Savannah’s mouth hung open and no words could come out. She tried to produce some kind of sound, but her shock was too great.
It was a little man. The littlest, in fact, that she had ever seen. The man scurrying toward her was roughly the size of a six-year-old child, coming up almost to her hips. He wore the goofiest red and purple tunic imaginable, reminding Savannah of a costume that you would see in the circus or on the streets during Halloween. He even wore marigold-colored tights and flat, scarlet shoes to make the ensemble complete.
On his head was a small, red troll hat, whose rounded tip drooped down to his ears. Surprisingly, his ears were not pointed as Savannah had suspected at
It felt welcoming and powerful. The feeling was a bit cool at first, a little bit like sticking your hand in silly putty, but then it heated up. The heat soon spread to her elbow, then up to her shoulder, and finally throughout her entire body. The feeling shortly devoured her so much that she felt the need to stick the rest of herself through the portal.
At first, she was transported to nothing … literally. There was a white light and a lot of empty space. Then everything sped up. A wash of colors swarmed and splashed around her, making her dizzy. Her body felt sick for a moment, and then it felt empowered with energy as tingles ran from her head to her toes.
All of a sudden, a rip in the portal emerged out of nowhere, sucking her into it. She tried to pull back, but the vivid white light was too strong, defeating her.
Then, in the blink of an eye, she arrived.
She was in a world she could never even have dreamt of.
Savannah was standing atop of a large hill, gazing out at the place around her. Meadows and forests stretched out as far as she could see, though there were no trees within a twenty-yard range of her. Some of the trees grew luscious-looking fruit, while some stayed perfect without so much as a twig out of place.
Hills and hills of bright green grass were filled with beautiful, fantasy flowers. From what she could set her eyes on, absolutely none of the colors were fading off of the flowers. Many buds were bursting into bloom, and, simultaneously, none were wilting.
Not one patch of grass had a bare spot, and there were no weeds in sight. Twisting her head toward the sky, Savannah could see that it was a flawless blue, no clouds for miles. What was this place?
Shaking her head, she brought up her hand to look again at the locket. It looked so casual, so normal. Well, whatever it was that just happened, Savannah assumed that by closing the locket, the portal would close and by opening it back up, then it would come back. Going through the portal must have automatically closed the locket for her, so she decided that if she reopened it, then she could go home.
She was wrong.
Oh no, I am definitely not in New York anymore, she mused. Gazing down again at the flowers, she could not even begin to know what she thought of this place. Where am I, Candy Land? The Land of Oz? How am I ever going to get home?
Savannah opened her hand to take a look at the necklace inside a second time. And to think that this all came from one little, locket. I hate to admit it, but Mom was right, you can definitely escape the world in here. She took a deep breath. I must be losing my mind.
But her thoughts were soon interrupted by the image of something, or someone, running straight toward her, arms waving in the air, as if to get her attention. Well, whoever this person was, it had worked.
By the time the person had at last reached her, Savannah gasped, because what remained before her was something completely unexpected.
Chapter Five
F or somewhere around two whole minutes, Savannah’s mouth hung open and no words could come out. She tried to produce some kind of sound, but her shock was too great.
It was a little man. The littlest, in fact, that she had ever seen. The man scurrying toward her was roughly the size of a six-year-old child, coming up almost to her hips. He wore the goofiest red and purple tunic imaginable, reminding Savannah of a costume that you would see in the circus or on the streets during Halloween. He even wore marigold-colored tights and flat, scarlet shoes to make the ensemble complete.
On his head was a small, red troll hat, whose rounded tip drooped down to his ears. Surprisingly, his ears were not pointed as Savannah had suspected at
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