James saw someone come out from the back porch. He couldn't tell who it was from the distance. He only knew that he saw movement.
"This is where I grew up," he said. "For a time."
He looked down at his clothes. He was back in his normal clothes, and the modern ones were gone. Maybe he wouldn't get different ones this time. That would feel right, he thought. He didn't think he could imagine anything different.
When he looked back up, there was a figure running towards them, up the hill. It was his little sister, all grown up. The last time he'd seen her, she would've barely gone past his knees. Now she was about his height, and he could see himself in her, but she looked far healthier and happier. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and she wore a loose plaid shirt under a baggy pair of overalls. The way she was looking at him made his heart sink into his chest.
She was smiling so wide, with no hint of malice. She was happy to see him.
As she kept running it became clear, the closer she got, that she wasn't going to slow down. James still found himself frozen, but as Larrel ran right for him she laughed.
He braced himself.
When she collided with him she wrapped her arms around him tight and they flew into the grass. James hit the ground first, and let out a grunt as the wind got knocked out of him, and Larrel kept laughing.
"You came back! You came back!" she cheered, getting back to her feet and offering him a hand to help him back up. When he took it she pulled him to his feet and immediately wrapped him in another hug.
James wasn't sure if he was present in that moment. A flood of emotion pushed at the walls in his mind and his heart, and he pushed back.
This wasn't real. This wasn't real. He wasn't going to cry, but as Larrel squeezed the life out of him, he found it very hard not to.
This wasn't a glimpse into the past. This fantasy was like a rewriting of history - where his family got their farm back, undisturbed by the goblin wars. Where his sister welcomed him back with open arms as if she'd never been told he was dead in the first place.
He swallowed the knot in his throat and forced a smile.
Finally, he hugged Larrel back. Once, tightly, just so he could imagine what it might be like if this were real, and then he pulled away and looked to Jay and Adam.
"Larrel. I'd like you to meet my friends," he said. They weren't his friends. They were hardly even acquaintances, but he thought it would be easier to welcome them into the story than to wait for them to do it themselves.
Instantly, he saw their clothes change into those of simple travelers, with sacks on their backs.
Larrel looked to Adam and Jay.
"Oh!" she laughed. James plucked a piece of grass out of her hair without her noticing. "Hello, It's nice to meet you," she said. "What are your names?"
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