Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Wandering ❯ The Wanderer ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

This story has a lot of religious aspects but not religion in its self. I do not denounce anyone's religion this is just what I believe to happen to certain people after death. Read on if you are interested and do not mind my story line, if you find that this warning of the contents of the short story has offended you by all means do not read.

I hope that if you read past this note you will enjoy it. Reviews are welcome.

 

 

The night sky blended with the stars that blended with her midnight colored hair, her dull eyes stared whether deciding to think or just stare at something that meant nothing to her whatsoever. The forest that surrounded her was something strange in the dark hours of the night, the trees stood still and tall like guards defending a royal caravan or a citadel. She could see their invisible faces staring down at her, she could tell whether it was disgust or wary, though she couldn't identify the faces all she knew was the feeling of their stares. She continued her way down a path that no one could see in the pitch darkness of the pre-dawn hours, but she managed her feet quietly and delicately through the forest missing every twig, branch, thorn, rock, and flower that had over grown from its original place along the path, more than likely from the years of neglect by the people who once cared.

The path she followed seemed to go for hours and for hours she walked never tiring, never hurting. Her feet were bare and there was no scratch or bruise by the way her limbs looked she could not have been human. No human could walk through a dense forest in the middle of the night without a torch or any light just the moon that hovered above her casting an un-earthly glow that made her seem to be the un-dead, a zombie or some other kind of evil perhaps. No one could tell she just walked her path in silence. Walking towards heaven or hell, somewhere else maybe-she probably didn't know.

One hour, two hours, three-she continued her journey; people would pass by yet say nothing to her, whether they saw her or not remained a mystery. Night turned into day and day into night again; another day went by, a month, a year, a decade, millennia there was no track of time as this woman walked her endless path everything seemed to go on forever. Clothing patterns changed as people passed by her, women who once wore dresses-both elegant and plain were now wearing suits and pants, walking around in boots that came up to their knees and skirts that could have been considered undergarments against her plain white dress. Her dress looked to be something that the dead would wear, a plain white dress that went all the way to the ground. No decoration, no extravagant placement of jewels like what the people she saw wearing- no ear piercing, facial piercing and some with multiple jewels in their ears-everything about her was plain.

For years more she walked and again everything changed clothing, transportation. The questions that kept appearing in her mind found their way to the surface of her mind questions like: who knows how long she will travel, how many people will follow the path that she is now walking, or how many will she see. Where ever she is going she will keep traveling until she arrives. Another closed in stalking her watching her every movement , wondering what she feels, thinks, hears, praying on her every feature never wavering in the quest to solve the mystery that she carries. One day as people pass the invisible pair not stopping to see her followers face she just continues walking ignoring all the bystanders, plants, and all the other creations.

“How long do you plan to follow me? Though I am sure you could continue for much longer than this.”

Her follower froze in his place. His purple tinted eyes held her position as she slowed to a stop next to a brown worn and practically falling apart but it managed to support her weight and her midnight colored hair pooled around her and he just stood there silently wondering how she knew.

“Come sit, I do not bite. I have been traveling for so long it is good to have someone to talk to.” Her follower sat next to her his hair short and his outfit took on military characteristics his face strong and firm but it also held a certain gentleness to his eyes that she was sure no one but her had seen.

“ I didn't mean to follow you so secretively ma'am but I was not sure whether you could explain what happened to me so I followed you for I don't know who long I would have kept walking if I didn't see you first.”

“So we are in the same boat you and I,” She said calmly. “What was the last thing you remember before you found yourself walking this never ending path?” She said looking at the people passing by keeping he follower tangled in her mystery.

“It's all kind of fuzzy now but I was shot by enemy fire in the neck.”

That must have hurt. I have been walking the path for many decades I have even lost track watching these people love, talk, and walk. I have seen their clothes change, their entire world has become something they take for granted something that they abuse.”

“What happened to you?

“My life and death are as tragic as anyone else who has died and walked this path as I have and now you are beginning.”

“What do you mean?” He asked as a bright light appeared from the darkness that had surrounded the pair.

“This is what I mean,” she said turning her head to face him. “There can only be one of us. My time has ended and you must walk this path in my place.” She said as she rose from the old worn bench and began to walk toward the light.

“Wait,” the follower shouted finding it hard to move from the bench. “What was your name so I can find you again when my wandering has come to an end.”

“My name was Gabby. I was born 1885 in London and died 1960 in New York.” She smiled sweetly at him as the white light enveloped her and she was gone. Gabby's journey had ended and his had just begun.