A special thank you to my editor just_a_bibliomaniac who not only edited but kept me encouraged and excited about writing.
Also this is an actual story-no wankers need apply.
Chapter 2: Sรกbhรกil Trรฉimhse
Christina woke up the next morning with a killer headache and an excessively dry mouth. She stretched her arm out expecting to find her glasses but was stunned to touch a wall; her bed at home is in the middle of the bedroom so where did the wall come from? She opened her eyes in a brief moment of sheer panic of realization, not only was the wall not where it should be, she was not where she should be.
It all came back to her forcing her to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her large hazel eyes she'd been teased about all of her life. With no small effort she rolled out of bed to find her way to the book filled kitchen where Jerry was.
"I thought I heard you get up. Let me get you some tea while your breakfast finishes cooking," He said with his head hidden away in the old yellow fridge.
Christina has never been a morning person so she merely grunted at him while she took the time to try and calm her frazzled nerves. She could barely keep it together as she remembered how afraid she had been the night before at the club or the gut retching sorrow she felt while watching her home turn to ashes.
"You knew my name. How do you know my name and what do I need a guide for? More importantly how did you know my house was on fire?"
Jerry chuckled and sat down across from her after putting in some toast in an ancient looking toaster, "Not one to beat around the bush are you? I knew your name because I was born with the sole purpose to aid you. You may not see it but you are special and will need support to complete what you're expected to do. Lastly,I knew your house was on fire because it is foretold."
None of what he said made any sense and being far too early in the morning for her, she merely twitched her left eye to show her disapproval of his answer.
With much more snap in her voice then what she intended she asked, "What? What help do I need and why am I sitting here listening to the ranting of an obviously crazy old man?"
Jerry sniggered under his breath, "Tell me something. Did you feel fear last night for no reason?"
When her frown deepened he continued, "And when you ran last night why did you stop in front of my house?"
She thought back and answered honestly, "Because I was tired, and I felt safe."
"That, my dear, is why you remain sitting here talking to me even though you think I am some crazy old man. " Jerry said with an unconvincing smile and went to the toaster right before it dinged. He made her toast exactly how she liked it, with butter and a light dusting of sugar.
As he put a late in front of her he touched her cheek tenderly, "You are so special and I'm very glad to finally meet you." He then leaned forward and kissed her forehead.