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Post by Anna Lehmann on Dec 22, 2011 23:48:29 GMT -5
It was cold. There wasn’t snow or anything, but it was definitely well into fall here. Had it been fall when she left that small rock outcropping she’d called a shelter a day or so ago? Anna was pretty sure it had been August, unless she’d been wandering longer than she thought. And the weather did not change that quickly. Nor did the scenery. This did not look like Germany, or at least not the part of Germany that she had been in when she had taken shelter from the storm. Where was she? So far she’d found no people and nothing that looked even vaguely like civilization at all. Shouldn’t there have been a road or something by now. Germany wasn’t that sparsely populated, at least not in the area she had been prior to this confusion.
Anna found a toppled log to sit on and pulled one of her shoes off, tipping it upside down to empty the collection of pebbles and other debris. These were nice enough shoes, considering how many years she’d been wearing them and the fact that they were still holding up, but they were not made for hiking off roads or paths. Nor was her clothing made for the cold. She had a light coat she’d bought secondhand recently, which she pulled tightly around her, but even that was not very effective in keeping out the chill. What she wouldn’t do to be back in her home in Berlin with her mother and brother. It hadn’t been much of a place to call home, but she’d called it home and that was what mattered.
Her thoughts strayed back to her mom and brother. She hadn’t seen them at all in years. Hopefully they were holding up alright. Hopefully they weren’t in this weird, cold place too. Probably not. From what she’d seen so far, she was the only one at all. Or one of few. She put her shoe back on and took the other one off so she could shake out the contents of that shoe as well. When she finished, she laced up her shoe and moved to sit on the very end of the log so she could lay back on it. It felt so good to take a break from walking. She folded her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. With nothing but forest sounds around her, everything seemed so peaceful. It sure beat the evidence she ran into of the war everywhere back home. She could put up with the cold for this. Just the detail of finding work, food, and shelter, not necessarily in that order, and things would be fine. Right? Word Count: 447
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Post by Caleb Levi on Dec 23, 2011 16:10:07 GMT -5
Prince Caspian had said to the village back at Archland that someone needed to go and scout in enemy territory to see if there were any allies who had been left behind. Caleb, for some reason had volunteered. Truth was he seemed like an obvious choice, he knew Narnia pretty well and he was rather tolerant of the steadily dropping temperature. He was also quick on his feet, strong and pretty well trained so in the end he had volunteered to what allot of people had seemed hesitant too.
Part of him was still surprised with how good for the job he seemed to be, it had been only two years ago that he had been a scrawny 17 year old that had appeared behind Derriks forge so skinny that some doubted he was going to make it through the night. Just they didn’t know Caleb had pretty much been like that since he was twelve and even though he hadn’t been strong physically he had been able to pull through. He had spent the next 2 years eating as much as he could without eating Derrik out of house and home and training, because he refused to be a little weakling anymore that couldn’t defend himself or his family. He wasn’t that little boy anymore, he was now a man who was ready to help the Narnians anyway he could because he had seen the white witch at work and he knew a dictator when he saw one.
He had been away from Archland almost three days and he was now walking along the shuddering woods with his bow over his shoulder and a spear at his side along with a pack full of food and supplies. One thing Derrik had made sure before he left was that Caleb had enough weaponry, and being a blacksmith that hadn’t exactly been hard. “You’re like a son to me boy, so you need to be prepared. I want you to come back in one piece and not as a statue you hear?” Was what the older man had told him before he left. He had told him that he would be fine, promising he would be back as soon as he could. Just one thing he hadn’t told him was that Caleb had faced death enough times that he wasn’t exactly sure that he was afraid of it anymore. Just that was in the camp, where it was a miracle if you had lived to see the next morning and allot of the time you were so hungry that you may of welcome death as a friend. Just now? Caleb had a life, even though he still feared for his parents back home he had a life here and he wasn’t really sure he wanted to lose it.
He was walking over a few branches silently when he heard movement not so far away, he had run into others since he had left Archland but he had yet to meet anyone friendly. So you would understand if he was on his toes at this point. He raised his spear as he fallowed the sound and came upon a girl who looked about his age sitting on a log. By the look of her clothes she wasn’t from Narnia, she had to be from earth. “Are you lost miss?” He asked in a soft German accent, he had been in Narnia long enough that it was dissipated slightly but still noticeable.
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Post by Anna Lehmann on Dec 23, 2011 17:11:50 GMT -5
Anna wouldn’t have admitted it if asked but she was close to dosing off when she thought she heard something other than birds or wind in branches. She’d been expecting to find something or someone since that storm passed, so her guard had been on continuous high – making sleeping really a unique challenge – as it frequently had been for the past two years for that matter. She opened her eyes and was in the process of sitting up when someone came into view. She would have been happy to finally find a person, except for one detail. He looked like a hunter for sure by the fact that he was weighted down with several pieces of unusually older style weaponry and the possibility of several hidden. After all, she’d known some farmers whom she’d helped out in her travels who always travelled with a handgun hidden, saying there were plenty of people escaping the cities to the country to try and get out entirely and they did not feel like getting assaulted. Anna didn’t need to ask who they were talking about. The propaganda and news answered it. Jews.
She cautiously sat up the rest of the way, taking a moment to try and figure out this stranger in a glance, as he seemed to be doing the same. Judging from his clothing, he either had very unusual taste or he wasn’t from around here at all. At least, not Berlin. Then again, she was really starting to wonder if this was Germany. But there was the fact that when he spoke up, she could tell there was a hint of a German accent. Maybe this was Poland and he was one of the ones she’d heard about being Germanized. That might also explain the lower population. She didn’t know a lot about Poland, but perhaps that was part of it. And it might also explain why he wasn’t speaking German. But English? Of all the languages.
She took a moment, a look of slightly confused concentration on her face, before getting the gist of what he was saying. English was not exactly something she was fluent in after all. Why should she be? “Yes,” she finally said with a thick German accent. “Where is this place? And you have a German…” she paused to find the right word, “way of speaking. But you speak English?” She pulled her jacket around her more closely and watched him curiously and a little warily. Warily only because of this strange place, wherever it was, that she’d managed to get to. She’d learned long ago not to jump into things. Word Count: 437
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