I realised too late that the first chapter to this had been accidentally switched with another.
Don't know how the hell it happened...it must have been an off day for me, but it's all fixed now.

Enjoy

RomanTinkerBell

Chapter 1

She stared at her reflection in the surface of the puddle, wondering if it had rained last night.
She was positive that it hadn't, it didn't look like it had, everything was dry and there weren't any other puddles around, even the craters in the road were dry.

'Get it together Angel! It's just a puddle! Someone was probably just watering their garden or something!'

But even as she looked at it, it gave her the creeps.

It seemed deeper than it looked, but she could see the pavement underneath the water.

She had to keep moving forward. She had an appointment that had to be kept.
So she put one foot in front of her and stepped into it her other foot moving up behind her to come in front of the other.

The sun blinded her as she moved forward and she stumbled on the dirt path...which had been pavement seconds ago.

She blinked down at her feet and raised her eyes to look around her.

She was in a deserted...field? Maybe, she couldn't be sure.
She walked forward thinking she may meet someone.

'What's going on here?! Maybe I slipped or something? Hit my head? I'm dreaming that's all! It all a dream! I stumbled when the sun got in my eyes, but I don't really remember falling.'

She started down at her feet as she walked; only stopping when she came to the edge of a cliff.
Looking down over said cliff she saw there was no ocean, forest or wide wild expanse underneath there was only clouds.

She backed away from the edge staring out in front of her into the cloudy nothingness.

She turned to look at where she had come from.

There was a windmill not too far from where she had begun.

'Maybe there'll be someone who can help me?'

She approached the door and knocked.

There was a clashing and banging of metal from the other side as well as yelling, in what sounded like French.

The door opened a little and a pair of blue eye pierced her own.
The door opened a little further and a face was recognisable, not one she knew, but a face none the less and one that looked friendly enough.

"Who are you?" the voice was thick with accent, French to be exact.

"Who is it?! Is it a Cyclonian?!"

The other voice was so abrupt (and somewhat harsh) that she stepped back, now a little nervous, and tripped over a chicken.

She looked at the chicken surprised while it seemed to look at her incredulously it's look became somewhat animated as it eyed her off.

'How does that even work?!'

The door opened further and a girl stood by her a second later, a short older man in stove armour stood in the doorway giving her crazy eyes. Now she was worried.

"She doesn't look like a Cyclonian Grandpapa"

"You never can tell, be on your guard"

She blinked looking from the chicken and the man, to the girl standing above her and spoke quietly in her fear.

"My name's Angelique. What are you talking about?"

The girl above her looked down at her, her gaze softening slightly.
When she spoke she spoke to the old man "She looks so scared Grandpapa. Do you really think she could be a Cyclonian?"

The short man came and stood by the girl, his grand-daughter, still eyeing Angelique.

After a minute or two he breathed out.

"No Dove. She's no Cyclonian." He seemed almost disappointed.