After a few hours, presumably about three o’clock in the afternoon, the boy told me that he
wanted to bring me somewhere, so I followed him. We walked into the woods. The jungle was
rich, there were different types of living creatures too. Nature was gorgeous. How I wish I brought
my camera, since I left it with Luke. Soon, we reached a river. There were fishes swimming in
the clear water. It was peaceful. We kept walking. Then we walked to an opening. It was a big
meadow. The boy sat down, he smiled, and motioned me to sit with him. Until then, I noticed the
boy didn’t talk at all for the whole journey, which didn’t suit him at all since the first time I met
him. He seemed like he was enjoying the view, and he spoke, “this is my favorite place outside
home. It’s so beautiful, especially after we wait for some more time. I wanted to show you this
before you leave.” We waited. He closed his eyes, and relaxed. I closed my eyes too. After about an
hour or so, he shook me. I woke up and rubbed my eyes. Then, I looked upwards. I gasped. The sky
was beautiful. I was staring into a mixture of warm colored sky, the sun was setting, and birds
soared across the horizon.
The whole scene was stunning. The boy smiled, and he spoke to me, “this was also my
grandmother’s favorite place before she passed away. She always brought me here and we talked a
lot about life.”
“Oh.” I said.
I noticed that he was tearing up. We kept quiet for a long time. The silence was penetrating. It
was also beautiful. It had been so long since I had time to relax…
Shortly, it was night time. The sun had fully set, and the moon came rising from the
summits. The sky slowly turned from orange to dark blue. Stars glimmered above our heads. The
breeze swept past our ears. It was peaceful, until we heard voices from a distance. “What’s
that?” I asked.
“I… I’m not sure. Usually the village is very quiet and peaceful at this time… We should take a
look.” We got up to our feet.
By the time we rushed to the village, everyone was already going wild. We dashed towards the
boy’s hut. We could see his parents panicking. When we got to them, they seemed less nervous.
They were probably looking for us. “
What happened?” the boy demanded.
“There is a tornado coming towards our way,” his dad said, pointing towards the howling monster.
“Not only that,” his mom said, “there’s some sort of earthquake going on!” I realized the floor
was starting to come apart. We ran.
We didn’t stop until I tripped. The boy screamed. I realized that I twisted my ankle. I couldn’t
get up.
“Go ahead!” I shouted, desperate to get up.
“NO!” the boy ran to me and pulled me up, even though it didn’t help much, since I could only
stagger. The tornado was closing in. I saw tears filling up the boy’s eyes again, but this time, with
fear. I knelt down. So I could look at him into the eye.
“Look at me,” I said. He looked at me. “You’re going to be fine. Leave me. I can travel back to
my time now. Be safe. Goodbye boy, you’ve been a great friend.”
Without thinking, I turned my hourglass upside down three times.
Before I passed out, I realized I never asked the boy for his name. I managed to call out, “What is
your name, boy?” But it was too late, I could only see him mouthed out his name, and all was black.
So here I am, in the middle of nowhere again. All I see is dust and sand everywhere. Is this
