The Rise: Day Four
After finishing her meal, she wobbles towards the bedroom only to realize there was no door, just a thick animal fur blocking the view from main cabin area.
As she lifts the fur and steps into the bedroom she sees a bed that looks much different than it did the day before. As she laid down on the bed she finally allowed herself some time to think about what was going on. That's when it hit her, she had no idea who she was. All this time in this cabin and she never thought once about who she was. Laying in the bed with her eyes closed she tried hard to remember who she was. As if there was a block on her memory, she knew something was wrong with the setting she was in. It was 2016, this she was certain of but nothing in this cabin appeared to be from this century or the century before.
Falling into deep sleep her mind races with many thoughts and dreams. Dreaming of a time that seemed far different than what she felt she was in. Blinding light after blinding light hit while in her deep sleep. Morning finally comes and with it more confusion. The bed hadn't changed nor had the animal fur that was covering the doorway. Walking out of the bedroom she immediately takes notice of the fact that there was now only one plate on the wall. Looking at the plate she sees something she didn't expect to see, 1654. She walks to where the windows were and sees nothing but an old hinge door made of wood. Opening the door she sees the snow still falling but also catches a glimpse of what looked like a Native American running through the woods on a horse.
She slams the little door closed and falls back onto the floor, she hits her head hard on the floor. Nothing made sense to her as she tried to open her eyes, someone was there with her, holding her head and giving her water. Finally able to focus she's sees an elderly woman who was apparently Indian. The old lady helps her sit up and sits back and looks at her. “shiwóyé” the old lady says as she motions to herself. The old lady did this several more times saying “shiwóyé” each time. This must be her name or who she was. Without even thinking about it, she motions to herself and says “Lily”. It was at this point when she hadn't tried to remember who she was that it came to her. Her name is Lily. Looking at the old lady she motions to herself again “Lily”. The old lady leans towards Lily again and looks at her head, dabbing it with a dry cloth. Sitting back down she stares at her for a second then points and says “Lily”. Lily, unable to properly pronounce the old lady's name just says “shoey”. The old lady simply nods at her and continues to tend to her small head wound.
Lily looks around at the cabin and sees a couple of rather large looking men, who were also apparently Indian, watching her and the old lady closely. After a few more minutes, Shoey stands up and quietly leaves after patting Lily on the head. The two men follow her out without saying anything leaving Lily alone in the house again. Sitting in stunned silence, she realizes that she's not alone. She also realizes that although she feels like she belongs here, she also feels like something is missing. Slowly Lily stands up and looks around and sees that her new friends have left her a present or two. A large comfortable blanket and a basket with various vegetables and salted meats.
Looking at the floor she see a small spot of blood pooled that slowly seeps into the floor and vanishes without a trace.
Quickly jumping to her feet she opens the door just in time to see them all riding off on horseback. The winter wind was cold on her face and began blowing harder into the cabin. Shutting the door she takes a look around and sees that nothing has changed in the cabin in terms of wall decor. Still only one plate with the same date on it. Was she indeed in 1654? Why did Lily feel as though she belonged here? But at the same time feel as though she was missing something. Lily slowly walked around the cabin looking carefully at every item in sight. She finds a stack of old manuscripts all apparently written by Frank and all dated. Flipping through she looked carefully at the dates and noticed that they were all dated 1654. If she was indeed in the year, that would mean that Frank was here as well. Could he come home? Just as her thoughts began to race around the thought, she found herself sleepy, dragging herself to the bed, she laid down intent on getting a decent nights sleep for a change. Tomorrow couldn't get any stranger than today Lily thought to herself. Just as she was drifting off to sleep she heard the door to the cabin fling open slamming against the wall. Flying out of bed she slings the door cover to the side…”who in the hell are you?”
...to be continued
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