The Lost Island

I was sprinting through a wild forest dodging the occasional branch. The bladed leaf edges were scraping my face as I sped past them. I heard roaring in the distance, at least it was far away, I thought. 

I had set out on a cramped sailboat with a few supplies, like water, food and some life jackets. I had sailed for a few days, when I woke up one morning to find myself at a peculiar looking island. The trees had purple trunks but pink leaves. The water around the island was yellow, with a bit of red. I had never seen this sort of an island, so I looked down at my nautical map to see where I was. I was surprised to see that there was no such island. 

I suddenly heard some noises in the trees. I cautiously walked forward to see who was there. I was walking through a colossal, ancient forest. The smell of rotting wood filled my head, but I decided to venture forward into the heart of the forest. The further I went,the harder it was to move on. Huge roots spread across the floor, ready to trip me at any second. More rustling noises came from far away, inside the forest. 

I finally arrived at a wide clearing, where the trees fell away, revealing the summer sky. The sun had risen fully, glistening against the vast blueness. I sat down with my back against a tree trunk, admiring the magical forest around me. 

Suddenly I noticed something very weird. Or should I say someone. Someone else was sitting next to a tree a few meters away, looking straight at me. I got up, and so did she. I walked forward, so did she. My jaw dropped, as I realised it was me, well some sort of reflection of me at least. I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It couldn’t, it just couldn’t. There couldn’t be a gigantic mirror in the middle of an unknown island. 

I stretched out my hand to feel it. My hand felt funny as it got close to the ‘mirror’ and then suddenly, it disappeared. I yanked it back, in horror, happy to see the rest of my hand. 

It was some sort of portal or gateway to another place. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and took a step forward. I felt the warm, humid air touch my body. There were loud roaring sounds, quite vivid now. I dared to open my eyes, but I was glad I did. I was standing at the top of a steep hill, looking out over many other dark forests, like the one I just came out of. I turned around to look at it, but instead was amazed. 

Tall, grey skyscrapers lined the horizon, dark fumes blanketed the entire city. How had I gone from the loud modern city to the tranquillity of nature so quickly? Was it my longing for an escape to a green serenity? Will ever I find myself in such a blissful place? Or is there no chance for this to become a reality anymore?.