Journal: Days of Old

Journal: Days of Old

Journal New day

Entry Title: Sleeping Wonder
Entry: 1
Date: Unknown

I awoke slowly encased in a crystal cocoon within a cold cavern, not knowing where I was I managed to brake through my crystal cage with great ease. I fall from using to much force.
If my knowledge did not fail me, any form of crystal should be impossible to crack much less scratch with bare hands... strange.

Covered in thin layers of the weak crystal I stand and notice I am wearing odd pieces of clothing, Hard leathers black gloves, a white tank top with a long back with a “V” shape cut upwards, a blue overcoat reaching just above my ankles, strange design of combat trousers and black sneaker slip on shoes... Idle for running in.

As I stand brushing myself off I gaze around my surroundings and spot a reflection of light streaming from multiple pillars made of the strange crystal, I followed the trail to an opening to the suffice.

It seems I was underground asleep. I slowly raised my head out of the opening with hope of no danger around. I did this without thinking, like a natural survival instinct suggested that danger might lurk around many corners in an area I had no clue of.

The coast appeared clear as I entered this new area full of bright light, my eyes finally adjusted as I stumble around on a burning rock surface, flat surfaces and no plants.

In the far distance I could see smoke, hopefully a town was close and I could acquire some information of my location and the date.

I scan the horizon for other options or danger, I locked on to a strange bird with a long tail as it took off into the sky, as my eyes followed this new creature another much larger object caught my attention.

I can only descried it as an island like structure in the sky supported by what seemed like millions of support beam spread among a great distance! It is apparent that I no longer reside in the world I once knew.

My face, full of questions gazing at this magnificent sight, I finally started my journey towards what is hopefully the answer to a few of my many questions.

What seemed like a lifetime in the desert heat I reached a buzzing town full of colour, sounds and attractive smells? Normally I’m not a suspicious person and invite any friendly face to a good chat but I did not know of this world and hid myself to study the locals.

Much to my surprise the mothers, fathers, child’s and even pets had feline like appearance, compared to what I knew of my world the best description of these “people” was by most Anime fan description a “Neko” in other words cat ears and tails, a few hairy knuckles and whiskers. Most adults stand slightly shorter than my chin, the children seem to have longer tails than the older locals and the pets are the size of a German Shepard with the appearance of a tiger and the purr off the average house cat.

A few of the merchants wear larger headphones that ring around the back of their heads and even a few stood without a tail, seems as these are wounds won in combat with others of the same or different race, I say stood, it seems they have lost some sense of balance through the absences of their tails.

My guess is that these creatures rely on their tails to act as a counter balance and the large feline ears to search for sounds of danger. With this in mind I kept as quiet as possible as I snuck around the market in search of anything that could help.

As my search continued I did not see a single trace of a normal person or animal this only enforcing my decision of stealing a pair of the larger headphones to hide my human ears and fool the locals to think I had damaged my ears in battle or was born with deformed ears... with the lack of battle scars I decided to act as a neko with unpleasant ears. My disguise was complete with the item I “found” in a merchants trailer close to the exit of the market.

I returned to the entrance of the town, checked my appearance and headed into the market in search of information, water & food and lodging for the night, at first people were amazed of my larger and tall stature, apparently most children that come of age with larger stature either join the army or die after their education... this fact of the people made me slightly anger, mainly for the people informing me of this tale tell it with a smile and acceptance. Unfortunately I was not here to correct their world but to find mine.

I continue to seek my current desire and find a Grandmother and her great Granddaughter leading me to a Inn that store’s travellers for a small fee or favour, as I thanked the happy Grandmother and daughter I ask the towns name and the current date as rush down the sand filled street.

Not expecting the answer I quietly move to the Inn mentioned, It seems I was not as far away from home as I thought I was, the town name is the same as the town I lived in, “Bexhill” unfortunately the happy pair could not give me a date so I hold that question for the Inn’s keeper.

I stood outside this so called Inn, a large wooden barn would be a adequate description for my lodgings but to my surprise the inside was much classic and well kept like an old west saloon.

I approached the desk and met the Innkeeper, a large man with a bit of his ear missing, rounded moustache and a pocket watch with Mickey Mouse carved into the back. His attitude to a complete stranger was amazingly warm and comforting and I was shown a small room with a small bed, an over view of the local market and another “Jaw dropping” view of the Island structure in the sky’s horizon.

The innkeeper left me to clean up, at the desk I fed him a lie that I was separated from my convoy thus me travelling with out any supplies coming in from a desert, which expands the distance between Great Britain and France.

A knock on my door invited me to dine in the hall down steers, I greet the other travellers dinning at the table and engage in light chatter, I did manage to get the date from the young gentleman finishing his meal at the end of the table.

According to official Standard Time and Date in the area it is currently the session of fire that lasts about 4 months as far as I could tell and the year is 1506, my confusion only grew more as I asked a question that silenced the room, “what about old timetables?”

The innkeeper with great depth in his voice explains that research of ancient inhabitants of this world is continuing as we speak, today for the “People of Old” the year would be twelve thousand one hundred and eighty six give twenty or thirty years... “Huh” I muttered as I finished a slice of browned meat and yellow vegetables, wished all a good night and returned to my room.

As I close the door and stumbled to my single bed in the centre of the room I fall to my knees.
It has been 10,000 years since I went to sleep in my own bed, since I talked to my mother, argued with my sister, walked my dog around the green or even said good night to my farther.

That night, the first time in 10,000 years I did not sleep but only thought of my family that past away too long ago.

Tomorrow I plan to gather some help and return to the cavern I awoke in, there is a research group in town that study the “People of Old”. As of for tonight I sit at the end of my bed looking through the window to my right, view of the island structure in the sky that even glows with life in the nights dark cloak.

Good night