One Way Ticket to the Past
Time Travelling 1
After a long day, Eliana flung herself upon her bed, surrendering to a deep and blissful slumber
The following morning, her eyes flutter open, her gaze wandering the room. As her senses awakened an unfamiliarity settled upon her. With a start she sat upright, her pulse quickening. Rising swiftly she crossed to the window, where her breath caught at the sight beyond.
The street below bustled with figures clad in curious grab. The women graceful as willow branches, donned flowing gown that brushed the earth, their body laced tightly to shape their forms. Some sported knee-length surcoats over delicate chemises, with intricate embroidery adorning their hems. A few bore finely crafted wimples or veils, framing their face modestly yet elegantly
The men were equally peculiar in their attire, wearing loose tunic of fine linen or wool, cinched at the waist with belts from which pouches and tools dangled. Over their shirts, many wore doublet or jerkins, some accompanied by long horse clung to their legs , while sturdy leather boot completed their look.
Realization struck her as if a thunder had split the heavens.
Eliana
Have I travelled through time?
Eliana
How come I to be here?
She wandered, her thought racing. Her hands flew to the necklace that always rested near her heart, a talisman of comfort and familiarity
Excitement swirled within her, a heady mix of wander and apprehension. She turned to a wardrobe flinging open it's door, her eyes alighting upon a well-worn saddlebag nestled within.
A spark of adventure igniting in her chest
That's all for now this is just the intro
This is a very short chat story
Very very short
Time..
This is my first chat story
And I'm open to improvement
Eliana Anderson
a thirteen years old
Female
Adventurous, free spirited and a magnet for trouble.
Eliana slipped into a rich brown gown with touches of cream, the masterful blend of eras past. The bodice structured and laced tightly, echoed the elegance of Victorian fashion, while the cream layered skirt bore the flowing grace of medevial surcoats and chemises. The ensemble though steeped in history, carried an air of adventure it's corset adorned with brass buckles and intricate stitching, reminiscent of the daring spirit of steampunk explorers
Adjusting the saddlebag slung across her shoulder, her gaze fell upon a dusty brown journal, it's cover worn by time. She picked it up finger tracing it's weathered spine before flipping through the empty pages. A quiet thrill ran through her--- a fresh slate, a tale yet to be written. Without hesitation, she tucked it into her bag, slipping a quill pen beside it.
Just then, something glimmered in the dim light. A small pouch of coins, long forgotten, rested upon the table. She picked it up, feeling the weight of metal within, and swiftly secured it in her bag.
Time...
Turning to complete her attire, she slid her feet into a pair of sturdy brown lace-up combat boots, the leather well-worn but strong—fit for traversing unknown lands.
With one final glance around the chamber, she took a steadying breath and, with the quiet grace of a shadow, slipped out the door.
As she treaded lightly through the corridor, Eliana took great care to eschew the watchful eyes of maids and servants, her every step measured, her breath hushed. She moved like a whisper upon the stone floor, slipping through the grand halls unseen.
Reaching the front gate, she pressed herself against the cold iron, waiting for the opportune moment. Then, with the swiftness of a fleeting shadow, she slipped past, stepping into the crisp morning air.
She paused, drawing in a deep breath as her gaze lifted to the endless expanse of blue above. The sky stretched vast and unbroken, its serenity a stark contrast to the thrill coursing through her veins. With a determined exhale, she set forth, her boots skimming the earth as she descended the rolling hill upon which the castle stood.
The town lay sprawled before her, alive with the hum of daily life. The mingling chatter of villagers wove through the streets, blending with the clatter of hooves upon cobblestone and the creak of wooden chariots. The scent of fresh bread and spiced meats wafted through the air, carried by the gentle breeze.
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Eliana weaved her way through the bustling crowd, her keen eyes absorbing every detail. As she neared the marketplace, a large wooden notice board caught her attention. She came to a halt before it, her fingers idly brushing the aged parchment pinned to its surface.
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