As Katie -Lee walked across the meadow, her book in hand, she recalled that she had seen the shimmering people standing next to the “Witches Tree” and decided to go and see if they were there. She didn’t know why she wanted to go over there, though she guessed the plan was to make them go away, but how she thought she would do that was the one problem she had if she was to succeed. She ran over and stopped a safe distance from the tree. She had been right. There they were standing next to the tree just like they had been all the other times.
She was about to go over when she realized that they had noticed her staring at them and she looked away pretending she hadn’t seen them. She could hear them talking to each other. Then they started moving, and they were moving towards her! Katie’s heart started to beat faster and instinct told her to back away but as she did so the shimmering figures gained on her and she was starting to think that coming over was a very bad idea. Thoughts raced through her head like what do I do, or is this what I want; they are coming towards me, so can I tell them to go away.
Katie stopped; her feet concreted to the ground. She had no idea what to do. She closed her eyes and waited for the them to come. After about five minutes she decided to open her eyes to realize that they were standing in front of her. Now that they were up close Katie could see them better. They all wore medieval clothing, which, Katie-Lee spent some time calculating in her head from her knowledge of medieval times, was what they wore back then. Katie realized that they were really not very scary when you looked at them this close up. They were tall and muscular with a strong frame. Their clothes fitted them perfectly and it looked like if they grew some more their clothes would be too tight and small.
She took a step back and then one of them spoke, “The Chosen, we have been trying to talk to you for quite a while and have been following you around trying to get in-touch with you. We are sorry that we caused one of your teachers to faint but we don’t see how we are that scary,” he looked down at himself, “and are even more sorry that we caused another of your teachers to have a complete meltdown. We are also sorry for causing trouble in town, and making it difficult to make friends. We understand that it is hard making new friends, especially in a foreign country, but we have something very urgent we need to tell you”. Trouble in town, erh, disaster or chaos is more like it, Katie thought to herself.
Katie didn’t know what to say; she had never really talked to a complete stranger before, especially one wearing medieval clothes and that kept following her around so in the end she decided just to say. But then a wave of anger smashed into her and she ranted, “Oh, yeah. So hard making friends. Just who do you think you are! Following me around and destroying my life. I’m new okay, and I don’t think you understand that properly, frightening everyone away! You can’t just go around stalking people! Not in this universe! I’m not going to listen to a word you say, and you better quit the stalking or I’m going to make your life a hell, like you’ve made mine! Now clear off, you creeps! Good bye!” she turned around and stalked off fuming to herself.
He spun around and started talking to his companions in hushed tones. He turned back after a while and saw Katie walking off. “Katie, please meet us back here at this time tomorrow. We shall be waiting for you. You don’t understand!” She stopped, and turned back towards him. “Don’t understand what? That your stalking me. That your destroying my life? I’m pretty sure I understand. I don’t think you understand. That you need to clear off and go back to what ever hell you came from. I will not meet you tomorrow! Or ever.” She stormed off and did not turn back around. He stared at her before walking off towards the “Witches Tree” with his minion like companions trailing after him. She hoped no one had seen that exchange, they might think she’s sending them to haunt people or something along those lines. She turned and trudged off through the meadow – fingering the necklace she wore around her neck.
As she climbed into bed that night and took out her book, instead of reading it she leafed through it distractedly. “They better not bother me and Gran or Pappy or anyone else again.” I thought, annoyed. “I know it’s been hard making friends…you don’t understand… blah, blah, blah…!” I imitated cruelly.
“Katie, are you OK?” grandma called up, “You’ve been a bit; oh, I don’t know… a bit distracted this evening!”
“You can come in grandma.” I said, exasperated.
“You now you can always tell me about anything that’s worrying you.” She reassured me.
“I’m fine grandma.” “OK then, if you’re sure.” She sounded worried.
I woke up and peeked behind the curtain to find pitch black. I checked the alarm clock and me bedside and saw that it was 01:23am. I wondered what had woken me up. I never wake up in the middle of the night. I heard a creak downstairs, and then the sound of bare feet slapping on the floor. I frowned, puzzled. I got out of bed as quietly as I could and pulled on my dressing gown and slippers. I crept downstairs and into the living room, but saw no one there. I stepped into the landing and saw a dark shape in a coat putting on some shoes holding a flashlight. Grandma? I thought, seeing her shape. I made up my mind to see what she was up to, as it looked like something she wasn’t meant to be doing. She opened the door and slipped out side closing it quietly behind her. I ran to the door and shoved on my wellies, going out after her. I followed her flashlight which she had switched on now. She walked hurriedly across the valley and after a while I realized that she was heading towards the witches’ tree. A weird place to go to in the middle of the night till a thought popped into my head that she might be going to see the medieval people. My mind instantly darkened. “What are you doing Grandma?” I whispered to myself.
I followed her as my fingers and toes got steadily colder. I made a particularly loud squelch and Gran turned around swinging the torch back and forth. She turned back and kept walking and the Witches Tree came into view. There was a pinprick of light in front of it and dark figures sitting around it. Gran walked right up to them and sat down, and I snuck up and hid behind a shrub a few meters away and where I could still hear what they were saying.
Gran: “You have talked to her, then. When I told you not to?”
Medieval one: “We had to. We had no choice. She needs to come with us before he kills us all and our world is destroyed. She is our only hope!”
Gran: “She is not coming with you! You have to go back alone. You are making her life harder than it should be!”
Medieval one: “We need her. She will be our savi -”
Gran: “You will go back alone! Find someone else! Why doesn’t Princess Rosalind do it?”
Medieval two: “She will not. She changed since you left. I fear not for the better. It has to be The Chos -”
Gran: “Do not call her that.”
Medieval one: “But it is her name.”
Gran: “Not any more! She is not going with you! Go back alone. I did not want to see you four here again. Fight the Dark master alone and die in the process, for all I care. But you WILL NOT take Katie.”
Medieval one: “But -”
She got up and turned and turned on the flashlight.
“You do not understand, Jessica!” Medieval one stood up and grabbed her arm.
“I understand perfectly well, Jonathon. But you will not get her.” She pulled her arm out of his grip and walked away.
“Come back! Sit back down and let us talk some more so you understand what is at stake.” He shouted at her.
“We have already talked enough.” She continued walking.
“Once he is done with us, he will destroy this world to! We must kill him while we are still able to!”
Gran stopped walking and turned back to him. “Do not lie to me, Jonathon. You forget that I was born there, and that I only left 30 years ago, when the Dark Master first began to take interest in the Kingdom. I know what he wants. Do not lie to me.”
“He has grown much, much stronger. How do you know what he wants anymore?”
“You forget I am his second removed cousin. Though I do not talk to him anymore after his turn to the dark, I still have my sources. So, do not tell me that he wants this world. I know he doesn’t. You can not convince me.” She starts walking away again and I got ready to follow her.
“I see what this is. You are still in contacted with him, no matter what you say. You are helping him, and therefore you will not give us Katie. You can not fool me Jessica.”
“Think what you want Jonathon. You can not have her. So, long.”
“So, I am right! The Princess will hear of this!”
“No, you are wrong. You forget I am the one who warned you of him in the first place. But I am done with you and your Princess, I have given you enough. Now leave me and Katie alone.” She walks away and I follow her back to the house, looking back only once to see Who must be Jonathon watching us walk away with doubt and some sadness in his eyes. Maybe also a little fear.
Gran went into the house and sighed wearily, taking off her shoes and coat. She trudged into the kitchen to make what I assumed to be a cup of tea. I slipped inside, taking my wellies off and quickly hurrying upstairs, just as Gran came out of the kitchen. I took off my dressing gown and just managed to get into just pulling the covers over me and closing my eyes when the door opened and Gran walked in with a steaming cup. She sits down on the edge of the bed.
“Katie, I know your awake. Give me your foot.” She orders me. Sometimes she is to clever for her own good. I stick out my foot and she takes it. My feet are still cold. “I knew you followed me.” She said. “What did you hear?”
“Everything.” I say.
“What do you want to know?” She asks me wearily.
“Everything. Who’s the Princess; and the dark master? And why did he call me The Chosen. What other Kingdom were you talking about and why am I their savior?” I sit up and turn on my bedside lamp.
“I think I’ll start from the start.” She tells me.