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FIRE!--
BURNING!--
Help--
Someone save me--
Please... Louis?...
is that you...
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Birds chirping... the rush of water beneath me... the snout of something pushed against my hand... suddenly so warm... the course of dirt on my face. Wait dirt? I open my eyes and I can't see anything, like always. For some reason I am-was unconscious on the floor of a forest. Why was I here again? More importantly what happened for me to end up here? I guess those two questions could be one in the same, but they probably hold completely different answers.
The warmth pushed against me. Slowly sitting up I pat around me, the fur of an animal was right next to me, a deer. Not to mention the bird that seemed to have made my head a resting place, I don't mind though. Animals that always been better than humans. They do what they do to survive, nothing more, nothing less.
Buy as much as I would love some nap time, I have a mayor to visit. Oh right, that's why I'm here. The letter from Louis was a bit clumsy, albeit frantic even. I have a bad feeling. The sounds of wolves haunt these trees, must be night, that means a helpful friend must be awake by now.
Just as I hoped, the fluttering sound of something winged glides over my head. Getting up and walking over to the nearest tree I feel, I knock on it. The fluttering stops. I knock again, a longer pause. The fluttering comes closer. Three times, I open my hand, that's what it takes for the winged creature to land on my finger and hang off. A small bat.
"Hello little guy," sweet as honey, clear as the stars above, sharp as a knife
"Would you be so kind to guide me to the nearest fire." Where there's fire, there's bound to people. This is Oakhurst after all.
The small bat inclines, sniffing the air, taking in a scent of cranberry, then blueberry, now smoke. It unmatched itself from my hand, and flies off into the air. After a few seconds a loud chirp echoes from above the canopy of oak and maple. How I do love animals, especially the nocturnal and sweet bat.
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The smell of smoke becomes more clear, as well as the sound of footsteps, the sound of voices. The forest clears out to a more flat terrain. The bat flutters down onto my palm, a reward is in order for the little guide. A sweet berry is all I have but it seems to be enough for it. A fruit bat then. With a raise of my palm back into the forest, the bat flutters off, promising another vist with one last chirp.
Slow but queit steps toward the smoke and people, until I'm faced with a wall. I remember that Louis wrote of a lumberjack who built these walls. But they feel chared, decayed almost, the letter came with a request as well. An interesting request indeed. Though now it seems that Oakhurst has changed since I last visited, as well as it residents. Both grown smaller.
Walking along the wall lead to growing sound of voices, but footsteps are much closer.
"And who are you?" A rough yet calm voice greets me right before the gates, facing me, only a few steps away.
"If your talking to me, my name is Goldie, pleasure to meet you. This is Oakhurst, right?" The voices don't stop, but another's footsteps approaches.
"Who you taling to Owen- oh, hello, I haven't seen you around. Are you new?" A second voice, more cheerful and bright yet low and curious, like the calm hue of the moonlight instead of the overwhelming shine of the sun.
"And why do you have that covering your eyes, can you see under that?" The first voice speaks again, but facing more to where the second voice came from.
"This is just for-" Getting cut off by loud screeches of what sounds like to be person. One would think it would be of a dying animal with how incoherent it is. The voices from past the gates have now stopped presumably looking over the where the noise came from, so do I.
"VAMPIRE!!" A cry and shout comes from the voice. It seems directed towards me, of course it is. My hair may be white but that never meant I was a creature of the night. The sun may hate him and his eyes are a bit lacking in the seeing department, but those are hardly drawbacks. Though it does seem that the voices which have stopped now have their eyes on him, oh great.
I give a weak wave of nervousness, "Um hello there, is this Oakh-" Cut off again. I hate this, don't you people have any manners?
"Avid you said you wouldn't ramble about vampires on this trip, and now you have! Back to your house, now!" A firey voice sounds from the silent group of voices. Giving 'not my circus, not my monkeys' vibes from over here if you ask me. How exciting!
The cheerful and rough people step closer, almost as if shielding something. But the only thing presumably over here is them and me so what-... oh, nevermind that's so sweet of them. I'll be sure to thank them later for this act of kindness in this cruel world later. But first time for an actual introduction.
My voice, now echoing off the surrounding walls of Oakhurst, appearing much louder yet still holding the same sacrine melody and Scottish vocal.
"I'm Goldie S. Major, it's nice to meet you all, and I would like to know if this is the legend town of Oakurst."