Chapter One
Cecil Mordgrass got up and yawned. Last night was extremely excruciating. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, peering at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t very handsome, he observed. He had dark blonde hair and striking green eyes. He sighed and gargled.
He went out and made himself some coffee. He drank it quickly and went to change. As soon as he was ready, he packed his bag and left the hotel room. He went to the check out desk and returned his key. Then he got a taxi to the airport. Once he was there, he bought himself a sandwich and waited for his flight to be called.
“The plane is leaving for Spenulia in forty-five minutes.” The robotic voice said in an emotionless tone.
Cecil picked up his bag and let out a sigh of relief. He had enjoyed himself in Gorgaria but he was glad that he was going back to his home in Spenulia. He let out a yawn and walked toward the train to fetch passengers to the plane. When the train arrived, Cecil went through the security and finally, he saw the plane.
He went up the ramp and showed the air stewardess his ticket. She gave him an undeniably fake smile and Cecil went on. He went to his designated seat, 2b, and found a lady sitting in his seat!
“Excuse me, but this is my seat.” Cecil said politely. The lady looked at him with her head cocked on one side. She looked about 23, with straw blonde hair and the most dazzling green eyes.
“Is it?” she asked, in a charmingly sweet voice. Cecil coughed. “Yes, I’m afraid so. 2b.” The lady looked at the side of the seat.
“Oh,” she said. “So it is.” She moved aside. “I must have forgotten to read the number.” Cecil couldn’t help but feel rather exasperated at this strange young lady. The lady leaned back in her chair. “Since we have already started talking, let me introduce myself. I’m Maria Chouder.” She extended her hand. Cecil sighed.
“I’m Cecil Mordgrass.” he said, shaking her slender white hand reluctantly. Maria beamed. “I’m so glad I sat in your seat.” she said, clasping her hands like a little child. Cecil rolled his eyes. He had wanted a pleasant and peaceful flight home. Instead, he was stuck next to a lady who seemed very intent on being his friend.
Cecil nodded, vexed. He settled back in his seat and tried to catch some sleep. But to his dismay, Maria tapped his shoulder. Cecil turned sharply. Maria drew back.
“Um, sorry Cecil, is that your name? It’s rather strange. Well, the stewardess is here, to offer you a drink.” Cecil drew a sharp breath and shook his head. “No thank you.” he said. Maria looked at him and wondered why this man seemed to be so bad tempered. She sat in her seat quietly. Soon, she fell into a light sleep.
Cecil looked at her, hoping she was not going to disturb him. He smiled when he saw her sleeping breathlessly and he relaxed and went to sleep. But soon, he woke up after the plane started moving shakily. “The plane is going through some turbulence. Please wear your seat belts.” Cecil fastened his seat belt and waited impatiently. He glanced over at Maria.She was holding her seat so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Her face bore the expression of fear. “Do you fly much?” Cecil inquired. Maria shook her head lightly. “This is the first time I’m flying after 20 years.” she answered. Cecil found that rather peculiar.
“Oh. That seems strange. Do you live in Gorgaria?” Maria gulped. “I used to. Well, actually, well, I’m running away.” Cecil gasped. “Well. That is very… interesting.” Cecil paused. Then he said, “I hope you don’t mind me asking but, how old are you?” Maria was silent. Then she said, “I am twenty-one.” Cecil frowned. “Then why ever are you running away?” Maria started to sob. “My mother, well, I thought she was my mother. So, I’m running away.” Cecil stared, amazed. “If she adopted you, why did you run away?” Maria shook her head.
“I was kidnapped.”
T.B.C.
