Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the places that they are in. The only character that I own is Emerald Moss.
Chapter 1
Emerald Moss followed the middle-aged man with black graying hair down the winding lane of winding circle. She had no clue about where she was being taken other than that they called it discipline. She had only been there at winding circle for about a day and already people were scared of her!
Why did this always happen! People had always been scared of her. Even her twin brother had been a little scared of her. He had been the only one that hadn't abandoned her. That was until they had been separated when their mother had died. He was probably somewhere on the streets by now. Oh, she missed him so much.
A hand suddenly appeared in front of her face and waved up and down vertically. She blinked and then looked at the man that had been leading her. "We are here, Emerald", he said quietly.
She blinked again and looked around at her surroundings. There must have been a mistake, she thought. How could this be discipline? What laid in front of her was a small, peaceful looking cottage with a small garden and shed in the back that she could just barely see around the corner.
"Come along then." She jerked her head around and saw the man start to lead her along the path up to the cottage door. Confused, she followed.
Once at the door he knocked on it and then, without waiting for a response from inside, threw the door wide open. He walked straight in and Ema hurried to catch up.
Entering the small cottage the first thing that she noticed was that there were two girls over at the sink washing and drying dishes. They both were looking at the door and the smaller one smiled and running over she hugged the man. She was talking the whole time and Ema really couldn't understand any of it but she thought that she did hear the name "Nike" in the jumble of words. Finally the girl noticed Ema and she looked at the man, Nike, and asked, "Who's this, Nike?"
"This is a new housemate that you will have to fit in I'm afraid, Sandry. I am afraid she is yet another outcast from the other girls dormitories," he answered her.
She then turned to me and chirped, "Hi, my names Sandry. What's yours?"
"Uh, I'm called Ema, but my real name is…"
"Ema!?" She jerked her head in the direction of the voice so fast that she got a crick in her neck. She saw a boy in the doorway to another room.
"Briar!?"