Dusk was born once again. A light fog crept among the forest. The stars in the sky did not let a spark of light become visible. No animal dared to go out. Deep within the dark heart of the forest was tiny cottage built for two. Torches burned outside around the cottage. A blazing warm fire lit and kept the inside of the cottage warm.
A boy walked about the room and a young girl sat in a chair that seemed to be made for a giant bear. The young man was of average height. He had bright flaming hair and sky blue eyes. His complexion was pale and covered with freckles. His age seemed to surpass twenty-three. The young girl sitting in the chair looked weak and very delicate in appearance. Unlike her brother, She had short ebony hair with green neon eyes. Her complexion was pale, but with no freckles. Meira still sat in the chair watching her brother, Ben, about to leave.
Ben didn't say where he was going, but that he would be gone. Ben put his jacket on and grabbed his bag.
"I'm leaving, now", Ben said. Ben walked to the door and opened it.
Meira followed behind him. He walked out across the threshold breathing in the cold night air. Meira stayed back behind the threshold. He turned back on his left foot to face his sister. She seemed much younger than fifteen. The little girl he raised into a young women.
"I want you to lock at the doors and windows. Also, keep the torches burning", Ben said.
"I will. There's nothing to worry about", She replied.
"Just do it and stay safe. If there's a strange-" Ben tried to say being cut off all of a sudden.
"I know where the shot gun is." Meira said leaning against the door.
"I'm serious. There have been attacks and murders. Do you know who the victims have been? Young girls like you."
"Alright, argument won . I'll do what you say."
"Now, that's my dear sis being safe", Ben said with a little smirk.
"Ok, Ben, time for you to go. Goodbye."
"Goodbye and goodnight, little sis." Ben walked off and was soon out of site. Meira went back inside and closed the door locking it tight.
She walked over to the kitched counter a picked up a plate of warm cinnamon sticks glittering with sugar. She guzzled all the sticks with a glass of goats' milk. She disposed of everything. She disposed of everything and began to go around the cottage and locked all the doors.
Meira walked down the short the short distant hall to her room. The tile floor beneath her feet was freezing cold. She walked straight into room and opened her closet. She changed into her long elephant flannel pajamas. She threw the clothes she took off in the laundry hamper and went over to her window next to her bed to lock it. The last window was now locked. Meira hopped into bed and covered up to stay warm. She pulled the covers tight to her like a bug in a rug. She clapped once and her ceiling light turned off. She snuggled. her head against her pillow. and was off to the land of sweet dreams.
