William Ashford was once a farmer, a grocer, he had thirty acres of land all to himself. A large barn that he had slept in with the horses for as long as he could remember. He was humble and honest, but he was also very understanding. So when his parents passed ten years ago when he was fifteen he understood that the car accident was just an accident. The driver wasn't drunk or in the wrong lane and neither was his parents, each just swerved out when a large semi was blocking their view of the road.
The only items he had left of his parents were their land, his mother's sky colored eyes, and his father's chestnut waves. It wasn't long after that he began working on his own, keeping the farm alive, helping it prosper. Whether it was the animals or plants, he did all he could to keep the spirit there alive.
It was that same reason why he was chosen. A month after his parent's death anniversary, he was struck on the head at night as he soothed the calves to sleep by strumming his favorite guitar. The last thing Will saw was a cloaked figure, the next image were trees, large pines that seemed to climb into the stratosphere.
Twelve hours had passed and Will was awake. He looked around to find himself in a dark closed off space smelling of fruit and herbs. He couldn't see any light or hear any noise. His captors whoever they were couldn't have been good people, they weren't robbers, he didn't have much of anything that would be considered valuable. As he sat there in the dark, he kept thinking about why he was there.
His head didn't hurt really, but the small knot did confirm that he was hit with some kind of blunt instrument from behind. After another hour, Will tried to give into sleep despite not being tired. Sleep. He commanded himself. Sleep. Heavy eyelids, yawns, feel the muscles give out and rest. But nothing could make him sleep, he had to see who or what had taken him and why.
After one more hour a door opened, bright sunlight filled the room blinding Will. He placed his palms to his face trying to save his cornea's from such harshness.
"You." A voice said. Will squinted trying to make out the figure. A cloaked figure, possibly the one who kidnapped him.
"What do you want?" Will asked quietly, what if they were going to murder him or beat him? People were insane, crazy even, no one could predict what would or could happen in these types of situations.
"Your seeds." The voice called, it was lighter than he thought it'd be. Was that a woman? "Your seeds, will revive our lands."
"What se-
The cloaked figure held a delicate pale hand out as if to stop him, dropping the black hood she revealed herself. She was this ethereal being, her eyes a bright green, none that was natural. Her hair was as black as the night sky and her lips round and pink like cherry blossoms.
"I am Cora. And you, William Ashford have been chosen to seed the delicate earth that we stand upon." The woman opened the door wider "Take a look and see."
William stood up stretching, he sat crouched down in the space for so many hours he needed to loosen himself a bit. William walked closer peeking outside. Wherever he was, it was not where he was from. All the land around him was dead, brown and gray shades covered the entire landscape that was limited to a stone gate. More than twenty two acres that's for sure, William thought.
"I'm still very confused." Will confessed.
"You are pure of heart and soul, you are the chosen one who will revitalize our lands."
"Our?"
The woman curled her lips into a smile "I am one of many, they call my kind the sisters of ovule. We are the bearers for the seed."
What the hell did that mean? As if to answer the woman started speaking again "To fertilize the grounds here, the seed must be warm within our vessels, and once shared we pour the seed onto the dead plant life."
Will wanted to know what the seed was and exactly how was he to revitalize all the land they stood around him, decaying grass, rotting wood, and the flowers dried up crumbling underneath their feet.
"Come I have more to tell, more to show you." The woman started walking along a stone path, Will looked around, there was no clear way for him to find his way back home. He sighed, he'd find a way eventually, but he needed to know why he was there. And when they served supper, his stomach was growling with each following step.
It felt like thirty minutes of walking. Still clothed in his blue jeans and green plaid shirt, Will felt hot, the wind picked up, but it was heated with thick humidity. Soon a building emerged in their pathway. It was made of a gray ashy stone similar to the path itself, but it wasn't polished, and next to the building was a small hut, possibly a storage area.
Rotten apple trees and fields were on the right of him, on the left was a small murky pond where dead fish floated, flies swarming happily to the death around.
"Come." The woman opened the wooden double doors to the stone building, inside was a long hall. A woman in the same cloak was sweeping along the floor, once she saw Cora she bowed.
"My lady, welcome back."
"Thank you Sirin, we have a guest. Mr. William Ashford." Cora announced his name as if he were royalty.
Sirin nodded, the hood still over her head, two brown eyes peeked from under watching Will closely.
"The rooms have been prepared." Sirin told her "As have the first three."
"Very good, please continue with today's chores accordingly."
Sirin gave a small nod before he started sweeping again.
"Three?" Will asked.
"Do not worry, we have prepared tonight's ritual just for you." Cora began walking down the hall again.
Ritual? Was he going to be sacrificed after all? Murdered by some cult that worshipped false gods?
"The sun is beginning to set, come I'm sure you are hungry." Cora smiled delicately waiting for him to follow.
Will gulped not knowing what would come of him if he did indeed follow the strange yet alluring woman. But where was he? And how could find his way home if he didn't know where he was to begin with?
Will decided it was worth a shot and proceeded down the hall, the walls were beige and very bland, the entire hallway smelled of sweet herbs that tickled his nose. Cora paused shortly after taking a left down one hallway opening the first door on her right.
Inside was a small table set with a white linen cloth over a circular table, a silver candle holder in the center where a small white candle sat, an orange flame flickering as if the wind coming from the open window would blow it out. Two plates, two forks, two spoons, and two knives, stared opposite of one another on the cloth.
Cora sat down in one of the open chairs presented as there were only two. Will took the other open chair. The room was wood and stone through and through, the table took up most of the room, so it was a small intimate fit.