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Prologue:
A young girl sat next to her mother in the seat of a carriage. It was pulled by four white horses that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight. The moon shone down upon them, through tiny cracks, as they traveled through the small forest.
Leafy green trees surrounded them as they followed the vague path through it, made visible by worn hoofmarks from previous journeys. They had been traveling for some time.
"Mama? When will we be home?" The young girl, around four years of age, lifted her head to glance up at the woman. The girl was leaning against her mother, head resting against her side. Her small, right arm was wrapped around the woman's stomach.
Her mother smiled. "Soon, sweetie." The young woman lifted a hand to stroke the girl's ash blonde locks. "Get some rest."
The girl nodded and let out a yawn. She closed her eyes as she snuggled closer to her mother. She vaguely felt a light blanket be laid over her and soon drifted off to sleep.
*
"Get down!"
The girl awoke from her slumber and her eyes fluttered open in panic. "Mama!?"
The woman turned to her and abruptly lifted her off the seat. She placed her on the ground in a corner, the blanket still wrapped around her. "Whatever happens, sweetie," she began. Her voice was strained, with a hint of worry. "Stay here, understand?"
The daughter whimpered in fear, tears filling her eyes. Despite that, she nodded, bottom lip trembling.
Her mother forced a smile. "You'll be okay, Saruna."
"Queen Sierra," a guard yelled from outside the carriage. "Get down!"
What happened next was a blur. Fire-lit arrows were shot at the carriage and some penetrated the walls. Was anyone injured?
Saruna screamed and buried her face in her blanket, arms wrapped around her knees. There were screams of terror, commands being yelled, horses neighing, and laughter – psychotic laughter.
After a sharp jolt and a loud crash, the carriage flipped and she crashed into one of the walls. It continued, gradually gaining speed. It was going downhill.
The girl screamed in fear and pain as she crashed from surface to surface and attempted to find something to cling to. Her small, pudgy hands found the door handle and she grabbed it, holding onto it with all her might.
Perhaps she held it too hard.
The next thing she knew, the door flew open and she tumbled out. She cried out as she slammed into the hard, grass-covered ground. She could hear the carriage roll further down, becoming more distant. And then it came.
A loud bang shattered the silence of the woods – tore it to pieces.
Her eyes grew wide and she stood up shakily. Saruna whimpered as pain shot through her legs and immediately collapsed on the ground. From the corner of her eyes, she saw orange flames flicker in the distance.
The carriage was aflame.
She sobbed, but forced herself to stand up. Pain shot through her once more, making her wince, yet she ignored it. Her will was too powerful.
Saruna took slow steps down the hill, towards the carriage. She whimpered with every step, but did not stop. She would not stop.
After a few agonizing minutes, her foot got caught on a root and she was sent tumbling down the hill. She cried out in pain as she rolled. A gasp escaped her lips as she came to an abrupt stop – the ground had leveled.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she forced herself to her knees. Her clothes were ripped to shreds, her body, battered and bruised with small cuts littering her skin. Her hair was wild and matted; as if it had not been washed for weeks. Dirt smudged her skin.
Before her was the flaming carriage. It was deformed from the long roll down and had smashed into a tree. Saruna let out a whimper.
"Mama!"
No response came and tears streamed more vigorously as she sobbed. Her fear was great; there was no one to help her… or so she thought.
"Shh," a soft woman's voice hushed. Arms wrapped around her small frame and she was lifted up. The next words were not spoken to her, "She survived."
A male voice entered the mix. "She is lucky to have… It could have easily taken her life."
Saruna was turned around in the thin arms. She saw pale skin and red locks, before burying her head against the woman's shoulder. She cried.
"We should take her to her home."
A brief pause, "Why?"
A soft sigh escaped the woman's mouth. "They need her."
Saruna was too distraught to pay attention to the words being spoken. She was still crying, despite not knowing who was holding her. A hand gently stroked her back in a calming manner.
"Indeed… They would not do well without their heir," were the man's words. She heard footsteps come towards them. "Their only heir, no less."
All further conversation was lost as Saruna's eyes fluttered shut. Her exhaustion and pain caught up to her and she drifted off into a painful slumber.
A young girl sat next to her mother in the seat of a carriage. It was pulled by four white horses that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight. The moon shone down upon them, through tiny cracks, as they traveled through the small forest.
Leafy green trees surrounded them as they followed the vague path through it, made visible by worn hoofmarks from previous journeys. They had been traveling for some time.
"Mama? When will we be home?" The young girl, around four years of age, lifted her head to glance up at the woman. The girl was leaning against her mother, head resting against her side. Her small, right arm was wrapped around the woman's stomach.
Her mother smiled. "Soon, sweetie." The young woman lifted a hand to stroke the girl's ash blonde locks. "Get some rest."
The girl nodded and let out a yawn. She closed her eyes as she snuggled closer to her mother. She vaguely felt a light blanket be laid over her and soon drifted off to sleep.
*
"Get down!"
The girl awoke from her slumber and her eyes fluttered open in panic. "Mama!?"
The woman turned to her and abruptly lifted her off the seat. She placed her on the ground in a corner, the blanket still wrapped around her. "Whatever happens, sweetie," she began. Her voice was strained, with a hint of worry. "Stay here, understand?"
The daughter whimpered in fear, tears filling her eyes. Despite that, she nodded, bottom lip trembling.
Her mother forced a smile. "You'll be okay, Saruna."
"Queen Sierra," a guard yelled from outside the carriage. "Get down!"
What happened next was a blur. Fire-lit arrows were shot at the carriage and some penetrated the walls. Was anyone injured?
Saruna screamed and buried her face in her blanket, arms wrapped around her knees. There were screams of terror, commands being yelled, horses neighing, and laughter – psychotic laughter.
After a sharp jolt and a loud crash, the carriage flipped and she crashed into one of the walls. It continued, gradually gaining speed. It was going downhill.
The girl screamed in fear and pain as she crashed from surface to surface and attempted to find something to cling to. Her small, pudgy hands found the door handle and she grabbed it, holding onto it with all her might.
Perhaps she held it too hard.
The next thing she knew, the door flew open and she tumbled out. She cried out as she slammed into the hard, grass-covered ground. She could hear the carriage roll further down, becoming more distant. And then it came.
A loud bang shattered the silence of the woods – tore it to pieces.
Her eyes grew wide and she stood up shakily. Saruna whimpered as pain shot through her legs and immediately collapsed on the ground. From the corner of her eyes, she saw orange flames flicker in the distance.
The carriage was aflame.
She sobbed, but forced herself to stand up. Pain shot through her once more, making her wince, yet she ignored it. Her will was too powerful.
Saruna took slow steps down the hill, towards the carriage. She whimpered with every step, but did not stop. She would not stop.
After a few agonizing minutes, her foot got caught on a root and she was sent tumbling down the hill. She cried out in pain as she rolled. A gasp escaped her lips as she came to an abrupt stop – the ground had leveled.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she forced herself to her knees. Her clothes were ripped to shreds, her body, battered and bruised with small cuts littering her skin. Her hair was wild and matted; as if it had not been washed for weeks. Dirt smudged her skin.
Before her was the flaming carriage. It was deformed from the long roll down and had smashed into a tree. Saruna let out a whimper.
"Mama!"
No response came and tears streamed more vigorously as she sobbed. Her fear was great; there was no one to help her… or so she thought.
"Shh," a soft woman's voice hushed. Arms wrapped around her small frame and she was lifted up. The next words were not spoken to her, "She survived."
A male voice entered the mix. "She is lucky to have… It could have easily taken her life."
Saruna was turned around in the thin arms. She saw pale skin and red locks, before burying her head against the woman's shoulder. She cried.
"We should take her to her home."
A brief pause, "Why?"
A soft sigh escaped the woman's mouth. "They need her."
Saruna was too distraught to pay attention to the words being spoken. She was still crying, despite not knowing who was holding her. A hand gently stroked her back in a calming manner.
"Indeed… They would not do well without their heir," were the man's words. She heard footsteps come towards them. "Their only heir, no less."
All further conversation was lost as Saruna's eyes fluttered shut. Her exhaustion and pain caught up to her and she drifted off into a painful slumber.
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I'm quite pleased with the result, but if anyone has any tips, please, feel free to say so.
I hope you take the time to read this, and also enjoy it. It would really mean a lot to me, because this story is really important to me.
Chapter One - [link]
Saruna & Sierra © Me
© Me
Xx Natasha
I'm quite pleased with the result, but if anyone has any tips, please, feel free to say so.
I hope you take the time to read this, and also enjoy it. It would really mean a lot to me, because this story is really important to me.
Chapter One - [link]
Saruna & Sierra © Me
© Me
Xx Natasha
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Very exciting. I liked the pacing. Having the flaming arrows come out of nowhere worked very well.