The whole town of Burgess watched as a carriage drove by, followed by three cartwaggons and two horsemen. The elderly that knew one of the horsemen, were shocked to see him. They never thought he would come back. In fact, they thought he was dead.
Inside the carriage, was a girl at the age of seventeen. She had an incredibly, long brown hair that every girl would envy on. Her eyes were a goldish-yellow color that resembles of a tiger's. She looked like a doll with her pale, porcelain like skin and never did she look like an ill person.
Riding next to the carriage, was a female horseman who was at the age sixteen. Just like her sister, she looked like a doll with her pale skin. She had piercing green eys that seemed to look through your soul. She wore a face mask that covered her nose and mouth, making her look mysterious. Her dark brown hair was braided to the side and stopped right down her waist. Many people could see a beautiful girl under that mask of hers.
On the other side of the carriage, was the other horseman. He was strikingly handsome and looked very young for a thirty-nine year old man, he was so handsome that all of the women swoon over him. His dark brown hair was slicked back, making his tiger-like eyes pop out more. Through all of the layers of clothing he was wearing, many could tell he was finely built.
"Georgia," the man called out for the girl in the carriage while tapping on the window. The window slid open and the girl's head popped out of the window. "Put your head back inside!" he scolded.
The girl, who was called Georgia, gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Daddy," she apologized. "Did you need anything?"
Her father nodded. "Your sister," he started. "She must be exhausted from the travel. I want you to take her place."
"But Jaine never gets tired," Georgia said, giving him a look. "Never."
"Just do what I told you to do," he growled, giving her a glare. He mumbled something about Georgia being a disobedient child and her sister, Jaine, the opposite.
Georgia ignored it and opened the other window. In view, was her sister Jaine, her head down, and was slightly snoring.
"Jaine!" Georgia called out to her. "Jaine! Yoo hoo!" Jaine's head shot up and was immediatley glaring at Georgia.
"What do you want now?" she grumbled.
Georgia smiled at her, "Geez and I'm your older sister. Well anyways, Daddy thinks your tired and says that we should switch places. Me riding the horse, and you resting in the carriage."
Jaine looked inside the carriage and her eyes immediatley met with her father's. "I'm not tired, Papa," she yawned. "We're nearby anyways."
"See, Daddy?" Georgia said. "She's not tired. She's never tired." Jaine agreed with her older sister while rubbing her eyes.
Their father glared at Jaine. "You are obviously tired, Jaine. Do not lie to me. I want you both to switch places right now." He ordered the servants to stop the carriage so the girls could switch.
"But Papa. I'm seriously not tired," Jaine whined as she stopped the horse.
The servant opened the carriage door and out came Georgia, wearing a blue silk dress and brown, heeled boots. Her long hair flowed through the short breeze and stopped right below her knees.
"I say, we should follow the oh-so-great Master Hastings' order," Georgia laughed. "You wouldn't want him to burn all of your best friends, no?" When she mentioned Jaine's best friends, she meant her weapons.
Jaine gasped, "You wouldn't dare!"
Their father lips were in a tight line. "Oh I would," he told her. Immediatley, Jaine hopped off the horse and quickly went inside the carriage.
Peter, a servant, tied a fur-trimmed, hooded cloak around Georgia's neck. "Thank you, Peter," Georgia said. "You are very kind. Can you bring me my bow and arrows please?"
"My pleasure," the servant kindly said and left to get her weapons.
Georgia hopped on the horse and smiled, "Gosh, it's been a long time since I've went on a horse."
"Why do you need your bow and arrows?" Georgia's father asked.
The girl gave him a toothy grin. "What do you think?" she asked him. "To go hunting, of course!"
"In the forest?" he asked. "Do you know where to go home?"
"No Daddy, in the shops," Georgia said in sarcasm. "Yes. I know where to go home. Just light the fireplace when you want me home, I'll be home as soon as I see the smoke."
Her father nodded, "Will you be okay by yourself? Do you need Peter to come with you?"
Peter came back with her weapon and handed it to her. "I'll be okay," she assured him. Georgia put the hood over her head and gave him thumbs up, before she rode towards the forest.
"She really has a good memory. We haven't been to the forest ever since we were four," Jaine muttered as she rest her head against the wall.
Her father chuckled, "Just like your mother."
"She and Momma are freaks," Jaine joked. "I miss her."
"We all do, Jaine," he exhaled.
Jaine looked at him, "You're not gonna burn all of my weapons, are you?" There was no reply from her father. They continued their way home in deep silence.