The Creator's Past | AnotherWorld: Original

Chapter 4 - The Meeting

"Huh?"

"How did I get here.... whoa..."

Mocha had transitioned into a bizarre location, he was in her world. Like a transparent realm existing attached to the earth, only available to certain eyes and power.

Naive on how he got there, really. He felt dizzy at first and then in the blink of an eye, he was here.

He was sitting on his knees, on the floor of the pinkish grass. The traveler was speechless with amazement as soon as he lifted his head, acknowledging that he was in a forest, but it appeared very off.

The forest was crimson red. With the different shades of red leaves and trees with greyish and blackish trunks. Ruby bushes spread beneath the trees and roses were planted straight on the ground, scattered everywhere.

Beautifully uneasy, everything here seemed right at first glance only. Like a eye-catching painting by an artist who lacks prepositions.

This might be a place where it could only be found in one's dreams or imaginations, which the traveler considered. The red-themed forest might seem a bit mischievous. The sky made him a bit frightened, seeing it in pure carmine. It was too red to be called a sunset, he was glad the clouds were still puffy white.

Mocha took several minutes to adjust himself, making sure he was not dreaming or seeing hallucinations. He slowly stood up, fixing his cape and his sling bag in position. His hazel eyes examined any danger or harm towards him before he proceeded to walk. He felt this had something to do with a lady back there, she must've bought him here.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Mocha muttered softly, he ambled his way while his small fingers carresed the red gem bushes. He picked a rose from the ground, pulling it from the soil that seemed so disturbed. Some of the roses even grew on the trunks and the ruby bushes, he wondered how it would be possible to do such things. The scent in the woods was only was nauseating with roses.

"I guess she liked roses." He murmured, skimming at the elegant spiky flower. Mocha's curiousity even heightened further, wondering what power could accomplish such thing.

Floating chains, magics, powerful beings. Mocha thought he had figured out the secrets of the world during his lifetime travelling.

But now, he knew he had so much to learn, so much to know. As if he was immune to this newfound witchcraft before. Not that he never wandered why he was different, no. But the life he had now kept him occupied to seek who he was.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he began to think further conspiracy, standing alone in the crimson forest.

But then, high-pitched whistling was heard from above. The lost traveler once got distracted from his thoughts, he lifted his head to the sky as his ears stood tall. He witnessed an eagle, flying towards him in vigorous speed, with its big wings.

"An eagle...?" His shining hazel eyes squinted. "Is it coming towards me?"

Its presence became closer to Mocha, his senses alerted danger. His cat ears flattened against his head, creating a straight line that followed the contour of his skull. The pace of the eagle was too quick for Mocha to react. He seemed to freeze, like a statue. He closed his eyes and held his arms to cover his head, bracing for the eagle's impact, foolishly.

"No!" He rasped under his breath.

But confusion lured into the mind, as the impact was not delivered, only a small gust of wind breeze through. Henceforth, the eagle was flapping his wings, oscillating before him. Holding a letter at its beak, it waited patiently for Mocha to take it.