Elizabeth's Journal

**SnapDragonsBlood** · Subject: Elizabeth's Journal Sun Nov 29, 2009 1:26 am

This is my journal told as I explore. I too was chosen. My husband was not. I pour myself into this book. I entertain a hope that when I find him again I can share with him my life that was torn away from his. With, each phase, with each jump it renews my hope that someday I will see him again.

I wish the reader, in any case, to benefit from this book. Let not my journey, my being chosen of Fairhome be in vain. Keep your loved ones close, never let go of your hopes and never poke a mountain giant with a stick.

I am Elizabeth and this is my field journal.

The day I was taken was that like so many others that I had always taken for granted. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, not wanting to emerge from my warm blankets I tried to wake my snoring man. I would poke him in the ribs, push his back when he rolled over to ignore me. Then in my final attempt one that often worked I propped my feet against his back and pushed. Some mornings I would get a tickle attack in retaliation, this morning though he landed on the floor with a shocked expression. I broke out laughing. “That’s it!” was his response, and with a devilish grin he lent forward to grab me. I had quickly begged for mercy, for I knew that the price I would pay would be a very cold showering down as he had done before. “Please, Please! No!, I’ll make you breakfast!” was my cry between giggles, which we both had known I would anyways. I was a cook you see. Not a very glorified prep cook in a not a very glorified restaurant but boy was I a good cook! And my husband showed for it, he was a tall man with dark thick black hair, and at the age of thirty he had barely a wrinkle on his face. Where his age did show was in his beer belly. Oh how do I miss that belly. At the time I had always been after him to lose weight, to be more healthy. Now I would give anything to be able to cuddle up to his belly.

After breakfast we showered, he petted my belly like he has been doing this last year. You see we had been trying for a baby for quite some time, but to no avail. “Soon, my dear, we are just waiting for the perfect egg you know, my guys are picky like me. We settle for nothing less than perfect” He had said as he hugged me close.

The rest of that morning was spent getting ready for work and looking for one of his little pieces of papers with important measurements he had lost again. He was in construction you see. He drove me to work and as he has always done he lent in to kiss me goodbye. It is this kiss, it’s smell, it’s touch, it’s taste that I will myself to remember every night as I go to sleep. He whispered “I love you” as he always did as I left, and I whispered back “I love you more”.

Then he called out from the car as I walked in to the restaurant, “I hate to see you leave…” and I called in return “but you love to watch me go!” and I wiggled my butt.

And that was the last I ever saw of my Love. That morning before any of the other staff had arrived I had heard a commotion in the back lane. It sounded like the large garbage bin, which was much taller than myself, was being shaken and was reverberating against the restaurant. Like any heroine or any victim I went to go see what it was. Being that it was still dark out and I was alone I did take the largest knife in the kitchen with me. When I stepped out the back door it was dark with a swirling vortex of shades of energy. The air was heavy with charge that I can remember. And then I felt the as if my air, my existence was being squeezed out of me. Then nothing.

When I came through I was in a dark pit. I could not see a thing and I was laying on my side with cold dirt pressing into my face. The air was different here, very earthly, very fresh. I did not know for how long I was out of it, by my body’s stiffness it may have been a while. Then there was a voice. A loud thunderous voice called “On behalf of Fairhome herself and all that resides within her we welcome you! Now lay down your weapon and tell us what is your nature?”

I threw the kitchen knife down and managed to squeak out the word “friend”.

"I guess what you are shall be proven in time, until then you shall be closely watched. Jasmine! Stand down” The male had called out in another direction. A large tarp then began to be removed slowly from the top of the deep dark well that I was in. Bright beautiful daylight shown down into the well as the guards threw down a rope ladder. I just simply stared at the most amazing blue sky I had ever seen.

"I know this is most shocking to you but would you please climb up, we do have lives to get on with up here.” The booming voice called down.

Truth be told I had never climbed a rope ladder before, half way up my foot slipped through the rungs and I ended up being far too intimate with a rope than I would ever liked to have been. The men above roared with laughter at my fumbling which drew a number of onlookers. By the time I had struggled my way from the pit I had a handful of women and children giggling at my efforts. Some were whispering to themselves about my attire, yes my checkered pants and chef’s jacket would not have been the first thing I would have picked if I had known that I would be zapped into the twilight zone.

That thick booming voice, I soon discovered, belonged to a thick booming man who had a beard to match. He greeted me once again while whipping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Welcome, my name is Thaddeus Grifith what may we have the pleasure of calling you?”

"Elizabeth” I could barely breathe out.

"Well Elizabeth, welcome to Fairhome!”He said and slapped me on the back. “This quiet mouse of a thing is Issuaw she will take you to where you may stay.”

A slender slip of a girl simply nodded for me to follow her. I did. As I look back now I don't know how I managed the first few months here.

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