CHAPTER 1
Flashes of lights go off a couple of hundred meters away. The noises of bombs exploding and the sounds of sirens and screams fill the night air. I run in the direction that has the least amount of bombs that seem to be going off. As I run through the back yards to find a shelter I see to boys running to their own shelter. I call out but a bomb drowns out my voice. I try running as fast as I can to get to them but it is no use as they have already gotten in to their shelter and closing the door behind them.
I am left still in the open. My only hope is to see if they could open the door and let me in. I rush forwards and start pounding on the door screaming for them to help me, to let me in. just as the door seems to be opening a bomb goes off next door and parts of the home flies and scatters everywhere. The last thing I see is a blonde boy opening the door before blackness takes me.
PETER'S POV
Edmund and I are running to the shelter and we just make it inside. Tension is in the air and we are all scared that when pounding on the door happens we all jump. Someone is screaming at the door and it sounds like a girl. I look to mother and she nods her head to let the stranger outside in. As I open the door the girl looks at me before she faints. I catch her and bring her into the shelter. My mother looks her over and it seems that she was hit in the back of her head by a large object.
Blood is seeping through the wound, and that cannot be good so Mother and Susan clean the wound and patch her up. I comfort Lucy as I watch them work on the girl. She seems to be about my age or Susan's. My mind flashes back to the look of terror on her face before she was knocked unconscious. As I look at her know she seems so pale and vulnerable that I vow right then and there that I will protect the best I can. The bombs continue outside and we all sit and try to comfort one another. My eyes keep wondering back to the girl lying on the spare blanket.
She is pretty with her fair and clear skin, and her brown hair tumbles down her back. Mother had to undo the braid that it was in to clean the wound on her head. It gave us a shock when it seems to reach to about her feet.
As the night wears on Lucy, Mum, Susan and Edmund all fall asleep, but I cannot seem to get any rest. And it appears to be a good thing when the girl begins to stir. I move towards her and gently take her had in mine and discover that she is cold and shaking. As I drape my blanket over her she wakes up with a start. She looks around in a panic when her eyes fall on me. Once I take a look at her eyes I am struck dumb, for they are enchanting. A deep purple that seems to run on forever.
Her eyes fill up with tears and she silently starts to sob. I do the only thing that I can do when someone is crying. I take her into my arms and hold her as she then sobs into my shirt. I whisper to her that it is going to be alright, that she is safe. I don't think that my words are doing anything, until I feel her begin to relax and the sobs turn into tears absently running down her face.
"Thank you." She mumbles into my shirt. I just stroke the hair from her face and smile at her.
"It's okay." My reply is to her.
"I am Arianna, by the way."
"I'm Peter. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She smile at me and we continue to talk to through the night to keep our minds from the noises that are going on outside. Before long I find myself feeling tired and look towards Arianna and see that she is also drifting off to sleep. We lie down and I move away so that she doesn't feel uncomfortable but she grabs a hold of my hand and whispers "Stay."