Whoa, it's a doozy!
I went room to room looking for everyone but they were all gone and I slowly started catching snippets of conversation from the people outside. They were the locals and they could see our auras like soft glows around us coming from small but bright aura balls suspended above our heads. They didn’t have these and were convinced it was the Devil’s work so they had been silently coming in and kidnapping us one by one to bring us outside for execution. I was the last one left and they were talking about taking me next.
Having explored the small cabin relatively thoroughly I was able to pick out the room that was closest to the woods and had the least amount of people around it. Very quietly I opened the window and peeked outside to wait for the perfect opportunity for escape. When it came I was ready and while the locals’ heads were turned I quickly leapt from the window and ran toward the woods. Of course it didn’t take very long for anyone to notice I was on the run and they quickly began the chase convinced that I must be executed.
I ran like the hunted through paths in the woods that had been worn down to channels by joggers over a number of years and thought the whole time I needed to get off of this path before I got caught. I was making it too easy for the locals. I ran and ran until the perfect opportunity arose in the form of old blue ropes, slightly frayed but still solid, attached to an enormous tree just beside the path. I quickly clambered up the ropes with the intention of possibly staying in the tree and letting the locals pass me. I realized that they might double back when they lost my trail and that perhaps that wasn’t the best plan so I picked up a rope hanging from another branch on the tree and swung deeper into the woods. At least this way they wouldn’t be able to follow my trail.
I began to run again but by this time dusk was starting to fall and a soft fog from some local lake began to wind its way along the ground completely obscuring my path but I continued to run knowing that certain death was waiting if I stopped. So I ran and ran and ran until suddenly there was no ground beneath me. I had run off of some sort of cliff and could only hope to hit water at the bottom and not a rocky outcropping on the way down.
I hit the water feet-first, holding my nose the whole time, and struggled to get to the surface again.
When I broke through I hit the surface gasping for air and the next thing I realized was that I was on some sort of boat teeming with Native American’s with exotic painted red faces. They were milling about the deck laughing and joking with each other, pretty much ignoring me the whole time. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke next I was in a lean-to structure and the commander of the ship I had been on was having a serious discussion with a very old and heavily painted man who appeared to be the chief of the tribe. The chief was chastising the commander for throwing extra corn overboard while the ship was sailing and the commander was responding in a very bored manner that his crew needed entertainment and throwing the yellow corn kernels overboard was providing that entertainment. Besides, it was all extra that hadn’t been traded. No one was going to miss all of that corn. The chief replied very sternly that the commander was going to anger the gods with his foolish wastefulness! He was going to bring the angry vengeance of the gods down on the village and they would all starve in a great famine if he didn’t desist in his entertainment. The commander assured the chief that he would stop but even I could tell that he was lying.
It was at that moment that they both noticed I was awake and began the discussion of what exactly to do with me. The chief, having heard the story of my rescue from the great lake, was convinced that there was a purpose to my falling from the sky to them. The commander was convinced I was an omen of doom and my falling from the sky combined with the cat-like gold glow of my eyes was only confirmation that destruction was coming. After a long and heavy discussion the chief finally conceded that the commander may be right and so I was to be executed for the good of the tribe in a ceremonial way.
By this time I was too traumatized and shocked to even react. Why should I be surprised that I had run from one group intent on killing me to another? So I simply sat woodenly and let my hands be painted in the ceremonial red in preparation for the execution. I was then led, without struggle, outside of the tent and was to be taken to the fire area as fire was the appropriate way to purge the tribe of my evil presence but suddenly the skies seemed to open up over us and cascading sheets of rain immediately soaked everyone through and through. I was amazed but didn’t notice that every one had stopped to look at me. I was completely transfixed by my hands which now looked as though I had dipped them in blood because of the mixture of the rain and paint. I raised them up to look at them and the color began to drip down my forearms looking as though I had been tousling with the entrails of an animals carcass very similar to the way a lion’s muzzle looks covered with the blood and gore of her kill.
The chief immediately decided that the rain was a sign that I should not be killed and was about to decide what to do with me when my phone rang and I woke up.
Having explored the small cabin relatively thoroughly I was able to pick out the room that was closest to the woods and had the least amount of people around it. Very quietly I opened the window and peeked outside to wait for the perfect opportunity for escape. When it came I was ready and while the locals’ heads were turned I quickly leapt from the window and ran toward the woods. Of course it didn’t take very long for anyone to notice I was on the run and they quickly began the chase convinced that I must be executed.
I ran like the hunted through paths in the woods that had been worn down to channels by joggers over a number of years and thought the whole time I needed to get off of this path before I got caught. I was making it too easy for the locals. I ran and ran until the perfect opportunity arose in the form of old blue ropes, slightly frayed but still solid, attached to an enormous tree just beside the path. I quickly clambered up the ropes with the intention of possibly staying in the tree and letting the locals pass me. I realized that they might double back when they lost my trail and that perhaps that wasn’t the best plan so I picked up a rope hanging from another branch on the tree and swung deeper into the woods. At least this way they wouldn’t be able to follow my trail.
I began to run again but by this time dusk was starting to fall and a soft fog from some local lake began to wind its way along the ground completely obscuring my path but I continued to run knowing that certain death was waiting if I stopped. So I ran and ran and ran until suddenly there was no ground beneath me. I had run off of some sort of cliff and could only hope to hit water at the bottom and not a rocky outcropping on the way down.
I hit the water feet-first, holding my nose the whole time, and struggled to get to the surface again.
When I broke through I hit the surface gasping for air and the next thing I realized was that I was on some sort of boat teeming with Native American’s with exotic painted red faces. They were milling about the deck laughing and joking with each other, pretty much ignoring me the whole time. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke next I was in a lean-to structure and the commander of the ship I had been on was having a serious discussion with a very old and heavily painted man who appeared to be the chief of the tribe. The chief was chastising the commander for throwing extra corn overboard while the ship was sailing and the commander was responding in a very bored manner that his crew needed entertainment and throwing the yellow corn kernels overboard was providing that entertainment. Besides, it was all extra that hadn’t been traded. No one was going to miss all of that corn. The chief replied very sternly that the commander was going to anger the gods with his foolish wastefulness! He was going to bring the angry vengeance of the gods down on the village and they would all starve in a great famine if he didn’t desist in his entertainment. The commander assured the chief that he would stop but even I could tell that he was lying.
It was at that moment that they both noticed I was awake and began the discussion of what exactly to do with me. The chief, having heard the story of my rescue from the great lake, was convinced that there was a purpose to my falling from the sky to them. The commander was convinced I was an omen of doom and my falling from the sky combined with the cat-like gold glow of my eyes was only confirmation that destruction was coming. After a long and heavy discussion the chief finally conceded that the commander may be right and so I was to be executed for the good of the tribe in a ceremonial way.
By this time I was too traumatized and shocked to even react. Why should I be surprised that I had run from one group intent on killing me to another? So I simply sat woodenly and let my hands be painted in the ceremonial red in preparation for the execution. I was then led, without struggle, outside of the tent and was to be taken to the fire area as fire was the appropriate way to purge the tribe of my evil presence but suddenly the skies seemed to open up over us and cascading sheets of rain immediately soaked everyone through and through. I was amazed but didn’t notice that every one had stopped to look at me. I was completely transfixed by my hands which now looked as though I had dipped them in blood because of the mixture of the rain and paint. I raised them up to look at them and the color began to drip down my forearms looking as though I had been tousling with the entrails of an animals carcass very similar to the way a lion’s muzzle looks covered with the blood and gore of her kill.
The chief immediately decided that the rain was a sign that I should not be killed and was about to decide what to do with me when my phone rang and I woke up.