The World Walkers: Taithmarin: Astrid: Arriving in Little Hill (part 2)

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“We never knew all the packs,” Nerys explained, sitting opposite Astrid. “In Little Hill we have three of the local packs and then there are Gadael packs from all over the world.” Nerys shook her head. “Until I came here I didn’t have any idea how many Gadael there really were on our old world, but there were more than we thought there were.”

“It makes sense.” Astrid sighed. “Knowing all of the Gadael was impossible when we were all in hiding.”

Nerys nodded. “I’m glad, though. Meeting so many Gadael here had been wonderful, Astrid, and now you’re here I don’t have anyone else to worry about.” Their eyes met. “I think you’re going to be happy here.”

Astrid shrugged, trying not to think about her mother, who would never know what it was like to feel safe, and the rest of her pack. “What’s Little Hill like?”

“It’s interesting. Let me show you to your new place of residence and then we can talk more, because I’m going to be your guide for the next two weeks.”

“Was my arrival planned for?”

“All arrivals are planned for.” Nerys stood. “There is a connection between the door that brought you here and a record book that is kept in Little Hill’s council building. Every town has a record book, watched over by someone at all hours of the day, so they can let the guides know about the new arrivals. With some arrivals we have more warning that others and we were told about your arrival yesterday.”

“Okay…” Astrid looked around and then back at Nerys. “I think Taithmarin is going to take some getting used to.”

As Nerys walked down the corridor Astrid followed her. It was the only thing she could do. She would never be able to get home, not that she wanted to return to a life of fear, and she didn’t know anything about Little Hill or Taithmarin. Having a guide, who was also a friend, was something she was grateful for, so even if it hadn’t been the only thing she could do it would have been her choice.

“Taithmarin, from what I know, is a world that was created purely with magic, so it is a little unusual,” Nerys explained. “The door has chosen a number of different races to bring here, but with some races no one is entirely sure why. Many people have theories that we can never prove, because we can’t ask the door or the race who created it, as we believe they’re extinct. I’m glad it chose the Nox Gadael. It’s keeping our race from extinction.” They stopped in front of a door. “This is going to be your home for the next two years, Astrid.” She pressed her paw against the door and it swung open slowly. “I hope you like it.”

Slowly, Astrid walked into the room, not sure what to expect. The cave she had left behind hadn’t exactly been what she could have called comfortable, but they hadn’t had a choice, and her new residence was going to be very different to what she had left behind.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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