I've Fallen For A Magical Half-Breed - [03]

I continued falling, but really falling, none of this "suspension" crap I'd just experienced. This was solely gravity's fault.
I tumbled through the air and landed hard on something solid. My head snapped back and smacked the forest floor, and my hands scraped along the gritty ground. It took me a second to realize that I was in the same forest clearing that I'd been looking down on from the cupboard in the basement.
The solid thing I'd landed on squirmed. My giant dress was suffocating it.
I rolled off of it and picked myself up, dusting off "The Thing."
"Holy shit!" The thing that I'd landed on proclaimed.
The thing... Was a boy.
"You can say that again."
It was the boy who I'd seen from the cupboard... The exact one. Same blonde hair, same black eyes. Upon closer inspection, I could see that he had pointed ears. The tips of which poked out from under his crop of dirty hair.
I fumbled about for words, half-staring at his ears, and half-wondering if I was crazy.
I think I've just crash landed into another world.
I think I've just crash landed onto an elf.
"Have you just... Have you just..." the boy faltered, pointing first at me, and then up at the sky.
"Fallen through a colorful hole into another world?" I finished for him. "Yes. I have."
His eyes widened. He ran his hands through his hair in horror.
"No... No, no, no... This is bad..." he muttered, hanging his head and pacing. "This is very, very bad..."
"Who are you?" I asked deftly.
"This is very, very, very, horribly, dreadfully bad!" he cried, ignoring my question.
"Where am I?" I demanded. "What are you doing?"
He had gone over to the table with the weapons laid out on them. Over his pants and under his tunic, he wore a leather utility belt. It was fashioned out of slits. In one slit, he sheathed the curved cutlass. In another, he slid in the rusted knife.
"What are you doing?" I asked again.
"Give me your arm," he answered.
I sighed. "Yeah. I don't think you're quite getting the point of the question here-"
"Give me your arm. Now."
Dazed, I held out my left hand to him. Taking the small, shining dagger from the table, he approached me. I eyed him nervously.
"Hey... What are you going to do with- Ouch!"
He'd pricked my forearm without warning. I tried to worm away from him, but he was clutching on to my wrist with an enormous amount of strength.
He brought my arm closer to his face, observing the blood trickling down it.
"Red..." he muttered.
"Yeah, red!" I cried. "Now get off me!"
I shook my arm violently, flailing about in vain. The boy silenced me with a scathing look... And I fell still.
He swiped some of my blood onto his fingers, which I noticed were trembling. He held them up to the sun, shaking his head.
"What?" I asked nervously. He dropped my arm, and I clasped my right had to it, as to put pressure on the cut.
"Your blood..." the strange boy murmured. "It doesn't sparkle in the sun..."
The boy, after a moments hesitation, licked his fingers clean. I raised an eyebrow.
"Which means that you've got no magic in your blood," he thought out loud, licking a smudge of my blood from his upper lip. "Which means... That... That you're a human."
I snorted. "Well, duh."
He scowled and ripped a strip of linen from a shirt that was hanging from the clothesline. He tossed it to me, and nodded his head towards my bleeding arm.
"Cover that up."
"Oh, boy, you sure are a gentleman, you know that?" I asked, catching the cloth, and tying it around my wound.
The boy hurried over towards the weapon table again and a different knife, this one looking like a butcher's. He hefted it in his hands.
"W-What's that?" I asked, growing quite nervous again.
He scrunched up his nose and replaced it on the table.
"What are you doing?"
Silence. He continued looking for another suitable weapon.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screeched, panic making my voice break.
He whorled around to face me. In his right hand, he clutched the battle axe.
"Okay, you need to tell me what's going on, right this instant or else I'll-"
"No time," he said in a rushed voice. "We've got to go."
The boy shoved the staff of the battle axe into my hands.
"What the hell do you want me to do with this?" I said in a voice that was much higher than my own.
He grabbed my wrist and began tugging me into the cover of the trees. I struggled against him and lashed out with my wounded arm.
"Let go!" I demanded, and aimed a kick at his calves.
It connected and he let out a roar of frustration.
"My God! Are you ever silent?"
"NO!"
The boy grew quite red in the face, and he clenched his hands. He looked as if he were going to hit me... Instead, he decided to take his frustration out on the foliage around us. He slammed his fist into the trunk of a nearby tree, and it whimpered.
The tree whimpered!
"Owwwwww..." the tree proclaimed.
He drew back, horrified.
"Dolores! I'm so sorry!" he whispered, patting the tree. "I didn't mean it, honest!"
A girl, who was about three feet tall and the color of bark, crawled out of the hollow trunk. Her hair was green, and twisted in a matted pile on the top of her head. Her fingers had grown out to twice the normal length, and her teeth were few and pointy.
She clicked her tongue sharply at the boy and hissed.
"Dolores!" he protested, making a move as if to comfort her. She bared the claws on the ends of her fingers.
"You named a tree?"
"Shut up."
"You named a tree Dolores?"
"Tree-nymph!" he corrected. "And you made her angry!"
"I'm not the one who punched her house!"
He narrowed his eyes. Dolores the tree-nmph was busy patting the trunk of the tree, checking for damage. The boy turned away from me.
"I'm sorry Dolores... Forgive me?"
She took a half-hearted swipe at him, and he reeled back.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," spat Dolores. "Stupid Sully! Stupid, stupid, Sully hurt Dolores' tree!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Sorry, sorry! Stupid, Sully, sorry!" she hissed and then clicked a bit more. Her tattered dress, which seemed to be made out of leaves, whisked out of view inside the trunk.
"Great!" the boy shouted, throwing his hands into the air. "You've made me lose a friend!"
"I'd like to point out, once again, that I'm not the one who punched her house!"
He gave me one last, scathing look, and then turned and strode deeper into the forest.
"Tree-nymph?" I repeated to myself. "Hey... Mr. Dude? Where the hell are we?"
He paused and, without turning to face me, he called, "We're in Attannia. Are you coming or not?"
I hesitated for a second. He kept walking away.
"Hey... Hey, wait! Wait for me!"
And I ran after him, into the forest.

-_-_-_-_-
I have nothing to say today...
Uh, except that today milk came out of Johnny's nose.
Okay! Okay! I know it's not that exciting... but it's kind of funny.
I told him that his mother is so stupid she got stabbed in a shoot out, but I said it in a really proper voice.
I didn't even think it was very funny, but he snorted and then... milk.
Strange.
Love,
Sophie
GRRRRRR I'M BOOOOOORED!