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AMBER

AMBER

The room he was led to looked humble, like the house itself. It was decorated with lovely pictures of what he supposed to be relatives and friends. One picture in particular caught his attention; it was one of an apparently mysterious girl, and Aaron assumed she was his landlady’s daughter. The woman shortly interrupted his thoughts about the room, in particularly about that photo, while sitting down with a cup of tea in her hand.

“I am Jacqueline. What might your name be?”

“Aaron Pierce, ma’am.”

“And how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

After a short pause, Aaron asked, turning to the picture:

“Who is the girl in the picture, if I may ask?”

“That’s my daughter, Amber. I think you’ll get along quiet well!” she said, as she herself looked at the photo Aaron was glancing at. The opening door interrupted them both. A girl stepped inside, hazelnut locks gliding down her shoulders.

“Mother, I’m home!” the girl shouted from the hallway.

“Rather late, don’t you think, Amber?”

“Well, Raven really insisted that I stay longer, and I couldn’t refuse my friend, now, could I?” replied the girl, imagining, once again, the wonderful evening spend with her best friend.

“I don’t care about that Raven of yours, missy, now get yourself upstairs to bed!”

“Good night, then!” she said, and footsteps were heard going up the stairs.

“You’ll get to know each other tomorrow. Now, Aaron, I suppose you had a long day, I’ll go get you something to eat, and we can discuss how you got here the next days, now it’s getting pretty late.”

The woman left the room only to return shortly, holding a croissant and a mug of milk. He devoured his meal quickly, and, following the woman’s instructions on where to go, he slowly walked up the stairs.

After a warm shower, Aaron went to his room, only to find some nicely arranged pajamas on the corner of the bed. He put them on and got into bed. But even if he was nicely dressed and cleaned, one thing still bugged him and kept him awake, namely the thought about these lands. He kept on thinking how he, out of all the people in the world, ended up here, and why he arrived here. Was this world some kind of a parallel universe? Was it fate that brought him here, was it something purposeful, was it by accident? He couldn’t quite get a hold of the answer just yet, but he would soon trace and solve the mystery, that’s what he decided.

Chapter 3