Lost Identity 2

 Part Two of Lost Identity

 “Run, run, they are coming! Hurry!!!” A small girl says with an accent as she takes my arm and pulls me behind a tree. She has two ponytails and is wearing a tattered pinkish-purple jumpsuit; I would guess she is around five or six years old.

“Who is coming, and who are you?” I whisper as the girl looks around franticly.

“Who is coming? Well, the Evil Orson, Orson Stone and his son Boris are coming!” the girl says with an even thicker accent than before; “be very quiet now,” she seems to be very scared of this Orson Stone.

“If I may,” I ask in a low tone, “what is your name?”

“Not now, later, I will tell you later-“ the girl takes my arm again and leads me under and into some roots, big hulking roots. “Now I will tell you, my name is Jennise Meek, young daughter of the warrior Roan Meek,” the girl smiles proudly. “Who are you?”

“I am Theodora Flynn, you can call me Theo though,” I say very softly not expecting any unusual response because I am an orphan. No one knows anyone with the last name of Flynn were I come from.

But. Nonetheless. Jennise gasps as she says in shock, “You, you, you are just another imposter aren't you-Why would you even dare to consult me!” Jennise roars as she thrusts her arms to my neck and transforms into some sort of beast thing with large blood stained yellow teeth and pinkish purple tattered fur, just like her jumpsuit. “Never speak of the lost girl again or you will suffer,” the monster of the once sweet girl Jennise growls in a low voice.

“Okay you caught me I have to go now…” I confess as I run away from Jennise with fear in my eyes; what does she mean ‘the lost girl’ was she talking about me? I bet she wasn’t, I probably said another name like, Sophia Royal or something like that. But deep inside of me I know Jennise was talking about me.

I keep running through the forest for a long time, not because I am scared of Jennise but because I am scared of what she meant. I was scared of who the lost girl might be. I stop at what seems like good place to camp out-I don’t know how long I will stay here. I decide to start a fire and warm up. I hadn’t realized how dark and cold it had gotten. But, I thought better of it. I would play it safe until I know whom Orson and Boris Stone are. I choose that’s how I will spend the next hour or two thinking, thinking of who I am, why I am here and who the lost girl is.

Stay posted,

Nina