|Alternate Universe (standard:fantasy, 248 words)|
|Author: Nightingale Moonryder||Added: Dec 12 2005||Views/Reads: 1785/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|13-year-old Esmie lives in a children's home with her younger sister Ronnie. The only kind of guardian they have is Gran, their frail old grandmother. One day, Gran dies of an unknown blood problem which was the cause of her parents' death. Esmie soon aft|
Prologue The forest lay dark and silent. Shadows lay over the uneven forest floor. The air was warm and heavy, like rich, thick honey. In the pale glow of the moon, a pair of frightened grey eyes flickered from side to side, searching through the night for some sort of hidden enemy. A small, heavily-wrapped bundle lay in her arms, hidden in the shadow of her cloak. A small wail came from the bundle and cut through the silence like a knife. The forest, disturbed seemed to awaken. The silent night turned into a flurry of activity. A loud cry came from behind and a faint glow came towards them. She began to run faster, her hurried footsteps even more frantic and desperate than before. Her panic grew as the pursuers drew closer. In her terror, she tripped over an unseen tree root in her path. The cloak rustled as she tumbled off the path, still clutching the baby. Their pursuers came closer and she froze, petrified, waiting to be discovered. The hunters passed without noticing them. Her over-sized blue cloak had saved them. It had covered the two completely, and in the shadowy darkness, made them completely inconspicuous. Trembling and breathing heavily, she stood up again. She looked down at the baby in her arms. The child was unhurt, but shaken. She bit her lip before looking up. She had decided what to do. With a final swish of her blue cloak, she disappeared into the night. Tweet
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