The wind howled at the back door, forcing it open with great force. A young girl clung to her older sister, freighted by the unforgiving storm. The older girl tried to calm her with nonsense words, but the young child only clung tighter to her.
"It'll be alright, Sal. It'll be alright." The older girl repeated over and over.
The night lasted for what seemed forever but the girl, Sally, fell to sleep in her sister's arms. On the other hand, Sally's sister did not sleep. She waited all through the night and all through the storm. She waited till the sun broke the clouds and she could walk safely again through her cottage. She recognized all through the night that she had lied to her baby sister. It would never be alright and she hoped that Sally, being as young as she was, would never know the truth.
The truth of her Royal family. Yes, Sally knew she was Royalty, but of the war. The war, which had taken the rest of her family, her Mother, Father, and brother. Sally was safe in Knothole. She was safe in her sister's care. She was safe.
