This is the the second part of my short story.
Dawn: The break of day
As dawn approaches,
The sun lifts it head and yawns –
Its breath warms the earth.
The tree people
Their flight into the woods was easier than Myra thought it would be. As soon as their pursuers reached the edge of the woods they stopped and mulled around as if uncertain whether to continue or not. This baffled Myra, ‘Why would they not come into the woods’, as she pondered this they moved further into the woods and the trees obscured her view of their pursuers. They travelled like this for another hour before they slowed down. By this time the sun had already come up and streaks of light filtered through the green foliage of the forest.
As they moved deeper into the forest the trees began to thin out and soon they came into a clearing.
“Welcome to my Pocket”, Chi said as she jumped off her horse. “We can stop here and rest awhile. We should let Mother know we’re here. She’ll summon us when she’s ready.”
“I’ll go”, Caedmon said, as he got back onto his horse and sped off into the woods.
“Where are we?” Myra asked. “It doesn’t look like anyone lives here.” Looking around her all she could see was the circular shaped clearing and the forest surrounding it.
“We’re at Chi’s Pocket,” Yadira said as if Myra was supposed to know what that means.
“Yeah I know that, she already said so, but what is a Pocket?”
Disbelievingly Chi and Yadira stared at each other.
“She doesn’t know what a Pocket is,” Chi said, shaking her head. “Don’t you know of the Tree people?”
“The tree people?” Myra creased her forehead trying to find some sliver of lingering memory. “I don’t know, maybe I’ve heard of it. I can’t remember anything.”
“Well do you remember how we got out of the keep?”
“Yes, you transformed in some kind of tree. I don’t know exactly how that got us out of there, but that much I do remember.”
“That’s one of our ‘abilities’. I am one of the tree people; we call ourselves the Children of Trees. The Tree Queen is known as Mother and she is the one who send us to rescue you. We all live in Pockets, which is basically just a clearing in the woods. Pockets are hidden from everyone except the Children.”
“So this is where you live?”
It took another hour before the summons from Mother came. Chi had made them a bed of moss and shaded it with some kind of leaf then to Myra’s astonishment Chi went to the middle of the Pocket and started transforming. It was like the first time she saw it, with roots springing from Chi’s feet and burrowing into the ground, and then once the roots were strong her hair started to grow, branching out, forming the branches of the tree. Soon there was nothing left of the green haired girl and in the middle of the Pocket stood a tree, its leaves softly swaying in the wind. Yadira told her that that was the way the tree people rested.
The Main Pocket, as Chi explained, was the home of the Tree Queen, but also a get together place for the tree people. It resembled a small town with its makeshift shelters for shade from the sun arrayed in a circular fashion around a huge tree standing in the middle of the pocket. The Tree Queen, a frail looking woman, with the most beautiful silver gray hair and nut brown eyes, sat on a throne nestled between the roots of the tree.
“Welcome child,” she said looking at Myra. “My name is Miki. I am the Mother of Trees. You and I have much to discuss, but first do you know your name?”
Not knowing what was expected of her, she gave a quick curtsey, “An honour to meet you Mother, unfortunately I cannot remember much. My captors had taken all my memories. I can however still remember how to write my name even though I cannot read it myself.”
“Well now, let me see your name then.”
After Myra wrote her name on a piece of paper and gave it to the Tree Queen, they spoke about a lot of things. Mostly Mother spoke of her dream, the dream that told her to save Myra. She said that Myra was the one that send the dream to her and that she had to find her memories.
That night they all slept in the Main Pocket, except for Chi that mumbled something about space and went to sleep in her own Pocket. As Myra laid down to sleep she thought about how the previous night she was just about to give up hope of ever being rescued and now a day later she was free.
The heat was starting to get unbearable as Myra ran through the house looking for her mother.
“Mom! Where are you? Mooom!”
“Myra! I’m over here.”
Following her mother’s voice Myra ran to the kitchen. As was with the rest of the house the heat in the kitchen was just as bad. Her mother was lying on the floor, perspiration dripping from her face.
“Mom!” Myra ran to her mother and embraced her. “What’s happening? I thought the house was on fire, but I can’t find any fire.”
“We have to get out Myr, this is worse than fire. Help me up; the heat has made me weak.”
As they collapsed on the grass outside the house, Myra looked at her mother questioningly.
“Myr, you know I love you don’t you?”
“Of course I do mom, you tell me so every day.”
“You have to trust me love, I have to send you away. You must find Miki, tell her what happened here.”
“Who is Miki mom? Where will I find her? Why can’t you come with? What happened here? What is happening?”
“You ask too many questions I don’t have time answering. Tell Miki, that they have found me. Go now, they’re coming.”
As her mother gave her a push, she started falling. The ground gave way underneath her and she kept on falling, screaming as she fell.