Living In Medieval Times-Personal Narrative

Everyone stares at me as if I just told them I like to strangle puppies in my free time. I finally start to look around at the people, I mean really look, they are all dressed like they live in medieval times, I mean it is hot and they are wearing full length skirts, long sleeved tunics, and corsets, the whole shebang. I can barely keep myself from laughing out loud. Did I somehow drop into a renaissance fair or some freaky group of larpers?* Dripping wet I try to step out of the fountain and slip on the paved ground, a small boy runs up to grab my hand and lifts me back up. Standing straight the people gasp again and then start to whisper, and I keep hearing the words, “strange clothing.” What was once silent horror suddenly turns to loud excitement. The crowd descends on me, they all want to help me up, to dry me off, or to just touch me. I keep hearing the words; “savior,” and “prophecy” spread through the crowd like the plague. Yep, they are a bunch of nuts. Standing shivering as I try to cover as much of myself as I can, I sniffle, feeling suddenly very exposed.
A man slowly walks toward me through the crowd, his arms wide and his eyes look kind, …show more content…
Well that certainly wasn’t there before. I look at the crowd and realize that I won’t be getting the answer to my question anytime soon. I back up and sit on the ledge of the fountain. I try to think back to before I fell in the fountain, what was I doing? I was walking in the forest, when I saw this waterfall, then after that everything seems so blurred and unreal. This clearly isn’t the campsite just off the road in Idaho City, this is a completely different world. I just want to know how I got here. I just feel so tired and defeated. Taking a deep breath I look at the crowd, “Can anyone hear tell me how I got