Actually, if you wanna know the truth, my idea's too big for a 50,000 word novel! So, here's what I'm planning to do - split it into either two or three "books". I have a second book roughly in my head, but to pull off the detail I want, I might need to stretch it to three or else it'll look weird. Well, at least I have something for NaNoWriMo this year. XD
Here's the next part, yo.
Maeon and Andra returned from the caverns late into the night, carrying buckets filled to the brim with cold, clear, refreshing water. There was no rush to fill their supply just yet, as they were planning to travel through the caverns anyhow, so the party gathered around the fire, away from the wind, and helped themselves to the rare treat. Artemus shyly crept from the back of the wagon and peeked out from underneath his bandages to see what everyone had brought back, and was given a warm welcome to come and join the group. He pulled a thin blanket along with him, sitting between Veia and Kenton. Andra handed him a tin cup of water, which he drank down so fast that no one caught the sight of the cup to his lips.
Danya didn’t touch the water, however - he seemed to have had enough from before. Andra expressed concern for the newcomer, and whispered to Veia that he would be cute if his eyes didn’t look so sunken. Which was true; Danya had seen better days. Suffering from amnesia and landing in an unfamiliar world, however, made one unbearably homesick. He seemed to pay no attention to what anyone was saying as he stared off into the darkness, so the small whispers in between the women went unnoticed by his ears.
“He’s so pale, don’t you think?” Andra whispered to Veia. “Just like Artemus... he looks a bit better now that he’s out from the water though. Before you wouldn’t have been able to distinguish him from the cave walls, he was so blue! Still, he looks a bit sickly...”
Veia began to chide her. “He seems to be in a bit of shock, Andra. Doesn’t seem too nice to pick on his physique. We don’t know what kind of troubles the poor thing has gone through. Kenton told me that he thinks he’s far from home... he must feel so lost.”
“True enough,” Andra said, turning her attention to the young man. “Hey, stranger,” she called out from across the fire, but he payed no heed.
“His name’s Danya,” Kenton said informatively, to which the man seemed to notice his name being said and looked up. Andra nodded to him, giving him a little crooked smile. “Danya, huh? Well, nice to meet you. My name’s Andra. You planning to come along with us for the ride?”
Danya shook his head a bit. “I dun’t know,” he answered back quietly in his thick accent. “I have no idea where I am. Koud you explain this place to me? ‘Dis... desert?”
Andra gave a confused frown. “What, you’ve never seen the plains before? The mountains?”
“‘Dere is no muntains where I ahm from, Ma’am,” he answered politely.
Andra itched the back of her head. “Well, then, that makes things complicated. ...Tell us where you’re from, then. Maybe we can find a happy medium and figure each other out.”
“Just... tell me what your home looks like.” It took her a bit of self-restraint to keep from snickering at Danya’s dialect.
Danya sat back, closing his eyes and giving a little sigh. Maybe thinking of home would help his nerves a bit. “...’Dere is... the ocean,” he began. When no one expressed knowledge of what an ocean was, he sighed, and tried his best to explain. “...The ocean is a large body of water... it’s so large, that if you were sitting at the shore, it would reach past the horizun. And the shoreline stretches to your right and left... so far away, you cahn’t see the end. And... ‘dere are waves dat are always crashing onto the shore... it’s very calming, sumtimes. I lived ‘dere. I was a fisherman, you see.” He looked back to everyone with a small smile, but everyone seemed to be giving him the oddest glances.
“A body of water that big? That’s amazing!” Veia exclaimed. “No one would ever go thirsty again!”
“Oh, you can’t drink it!” Danya added quickly. More odd stares. He gave a small sigh and tried to explain. “It’s... it’s sahlt water. See, ‘dere are rocks under the ocean... and since the waves are always moving, the water ehrodes the rocks terribly and sahlt gets in it... so... if you drink it, you would get sick.”
Kenton frowned. “What good is the water if it is alkali?”
“‘Dere is fresh water in the rivers and lakes by the ocean. ‘Dere is much more to my home. After the ocean are the sahnd dunes, and the grass fields, and then a while inlahnd ‘dere is a woodlahnd and the small village where I come from. We live off the ocean and get all our wood from the woodlahnd. It’s actually very nice ‘dere. I wish I could show you all.”
“I wish you could as well,” Kenton remarked, “for I have never seen, nor even heard of such things. You said you lived to the south, right?” Kenton turned to Veia. “You’re from the South, Veia. Have you ever heard anything like this?”
The young lady gave a little perplexed face before shaking her head. “Never. Everywhere I have been, it’s always been like this.” She motioned to the land around her.
Danya gave a little frown. He was starting to lose hope in the idea that he would ever find home. Apparently, wherever he was, he concluded, must be far, far away from any familiar grounds. “So... what I say... sounds like a lie,” he murmured quietly, a sad tone to his voice.
“Oh, no, not at all,” Kenton asserted quickly. “It’s just hard for us to understand your home. We want to help you get home, you see. But if we don’t know where your home is - much less what it’s like - then we’re stuck at a dead end, aren’t we?” He tried to give the newcomer a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. Until we learn where your home could be, you can travel with us. Who knows, maybe your home is in the direction we’re heading.”
“That would be nice,” Andra remarked wistfully. “I would love to see the ocean.”
“I’ve seen it,” Artemus murmured quietly. All eyes turned to the child. He quickly became flustered by this and wrapped himself tightly in the thin blanket. “...I’ve seen his home,” he repeated, his voice almost less than a whisper.
“You have?!” Danya exclaimed, sitting up again.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Maeron announced darkly from where he sat, leaning against the cart and away from the fire. “It’s his little fairytale country he sees from his eye, supposedly. Sounds like you’re both just talking about a fantasy land to me.” Artemus shrunk back at this harsh comment and mumbled some sort of weak defense to his name, but no one could hear him over the howling wind. Veia pulled Artemus to her side and shot a harsh look towards Maeron, who seemed to pay no attention whatsoever.
It was obvious that Danya looked disheartened. His final hopes seemed to drain away, and in an instant the rings under his eyes seemed to grow deeper as he sat back again to lean against the hard, rocky surface of the cliff side. Where was he? Everything was foreign - the colors, the people, the rough landscape. Where was he to go now? All he could do was trust the people who sat in front of him. They seemed very sincere in their wanting to help him, so for the time being, he would have to rely upon them until he could help himself. Still, his heart ached for home. He wanted to see the rolling sand dunes, he wanted hear the waves pounding against the shore by his home, he wanted to see the organic lines of the shadowed woodlands, to be able to breathe the salty air... Seeing the world in front of him now was like standing on his head - everything was turned polar. Rocky surfaces, dry air, miles and miles of lifeless, flat land...
And yet, he felt as if his head was numbed to all of this. What could he do? What else could he do to help the situation..?
His long thoughts were interrupted by Kenton gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “The sun will be up soon,” he said, pointing to the light dawn that began to peek from behind the mountain. “We just put Artemus to bed - you’re welcome to rest in the wagon cart with him for the day; it’s a bit more comfortable there. It’s been a long night, and I’m sure you’re tired.”
Danya, was, in fact, exhausted, but had payed no attention, what with all his troubles. He pulled himself up and let himself be led to the wagon, where he pulled a box to the side and found a comfortable position beside the small boy, who was already sleeping peacefully and grabbed a blanket to stretch over his face. Maybe he would wake up tomorrow with less problems, and hopefully the ones he would have would be simpler than when he woke up in the well.
As always, critique would be nice... I'd love to know how I'm doing with this novel ^^;