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Aurora’s World: Opal: Talking to Margery (part 4)
“It worked,” a male voice said, sounding happily surprised. “Look around you, Opal.”
Opal wanted to hide how uncomfortable she felt and looking around seemed like the best way of making it happen, until she realised she was standing outside a small hut. She shivered, glancing back at Margery, who was slowly changing to look like the man who’d spoken. “What have you done?” Opal asked, hearing the fear in her own voice, even though she hated showing such weakness to someone she didn’t know.
“Margery shared my memories with me and now she’s sharing them with you. This is nothing more than a vision. You’re still safe and sound in your bedroom, while being here at the same time, so you can learn about why we’re here.”
Biting hard on her lip Opal nodded. “Who are you?”
“I’m Haidar.” Haidar smiled, but it faded as he looked around. “Margery wanted to show you what happened when we first arrived here and I lived in that hut for nearly five years. Even though I hated it to begin with I was sad to leave it behind, because it became my home, no matter how small it was.” He sighed. “One hundred of us stepped onto this world, each of us carrying a small bag, to find these huts and a small farm. We had nothing else, so we had to learn very quickly how to survive.”
“That sounds…” Opal turned slightly, but not enough for the hand to fall off her head, and looked at the hut, wondering how she would have dealt with that situation. “…terrifying.”
“We were terrified, because we didn’t know where we were, why we’d been stranded here, or anything about this world. I was sixteen and the last thing I remembered was an illness that was sweeping through my village. Apparently we were the only survivors, so we’d been brought here for our continued survival, but that meant we couldn’t bring anything with us. The bags we were given contained clothes none of us had ever seen before and we had no reminders of the people or the world we’d left behind.” Haidar shivered. “None of us slept the first night. Instead we gathered together around a fire we’d built, thinking that we’d plan what our next step was going to be, but all we did was sit there in silence staring at the flames.”
“How did you survive?”
“Pure luck, I think.” Haidar shook his head. “A couple of people took over the farm, knowing that we needed to find food, otherwise we were going to starve to death. We had three hunters with us, who went out to see if there was anything they could hunt, while others decided to make fishing rods and the rest of us went out foraging, even though it we were going to have to try everything to find out if it was poisonous or edible. During the first month we lost six people because of the experimentation we had to do.”
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
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