I don't own anything! JK Rowlings granted us the wonderful world I frolic in!
Chapter One
Somewhere in London, a dog barks. Garbage swirls around in the gutter in an evening breeze. The sun was setting with the sky a marvelous shade of peachy-pink.
Far away from the racing cars, and the scent of pollution and smoke, in a beautiful wildflower-laden meadow, is a cottage. The cottage is worn and old, plaster flaking from the walls, bricks showing through in some places, honeysuckle and ivy nearly covering the yellowing, warped windows.
If you were to peep in, careful not to wake the slumbering occupants, you would see three dirty, dusty, ragamuffin girls wearing deerskin dresses. One, the oldest, is curled up by the empty fireplace, her head on an old, threadbare coat, holding onto the two younger girls. She slept fitfully on the hard, packed dirt of the floor. She wakes often during the night. When the sun finally peeked over the trees which encircled the meadow, and filtered through the leaves of the vines covering the windows, the girl woke up for sure. She got up and rinsed her face with the cold water in the bucket in the corner of the one room cottage. She trudged outside and began chopping wood in preparation for winter. Though the weather was a far cry from the icy bitterness winter carried, she felt one could never be too prepared for the cold.
The youngest girl, not a day over four, sat up and stretched before rubbing her eyes with grubby little hands. She looked around the sparse little one room house they called home. The inside was cozy, but very empty. Not a single picture or painting graced the uneven white-washed walls, the floor was only packed down dirt. The only furniture they had was a splintering stump they graciously called a chair, a rough table, and their pride and joy, an old upright piano that was missing keys and strings, and horribly out of tune. The little girl yawned enormously, and turned over and hit her older sister to wake her up. The seven year old awoke quickly, and returned the favor. The little girl got up, rubbing her head as she ambled over to the battered and rusted old bucket to wash up. Plunging her hands into the bucket, she hissed at the cold spring water inside.
After washing up, she and the middle sister grabbed their precious string and fish guts to go grab breakfast down by the stream. They raced past their ten year old sister and saw her exerting her strength into chopping wood. Strong as she was, she was already dripping sweat, her dark curly hair plastered to her forehead.
Her large, dark, intense green eyes glinted with mirth, unexplained laughter bubbling up in her throat, sweet and light, it traveled far.
All three of the sisters looked alike. All of them were wiry and strong; they danced like through the forest like elves, or faeries. All three of them were brown and freckled from the sun with long, dark curly tangled hair and large dark green eyes. When they spoke, it was unlike anything anyone had ever heard. Their voices were light and songlike, they lilted up in unexpected places, isolated from all civilization as they were, it was a wonder they could speak. They lived in their own world, a protected little bubble.
They might as well be elves or faeries, for all the magic they exhibited. They always had fresh fish and lettuce all year 'round. Berry bushes sprung up from the ground when they wished for jam, flowers and trees grew with their touch, fire streaming from their fingertips when they longed for a fire, the piano played by itself when all three girls wanted to dance at the same time.
Their names are Nucca, Ella, and Aspen. Nucca was the oldest, strongest, fastest, smartest. She could easily out run any startled deer. She knew where to step in a forest when the wrong step would result in death. She invented an entire alphabet to convey notes when they were out hunting. Nucca knew the ins and outs of the forest better than any of her sisters. While she also knew healing herbs well, she preferred to invent potions and spells. Once, in a single afternoon, she taught herself how to read other people minds, and protect her own.
Aspen could never hope to compete with her obviously talented sister, but she was their healer. She could heal anything from a bug bite to a mangled limb. She made sure her sisters never were never hurt and insured that even if they were, she could fix them up in a jiffy.
Ella was the dancer. While Nucca and Aspen were light on their feet and accomplished dancers themselves, Ella had them beat by a mile. Ella could dance to anything. From the music Nucca composed, to the rustle of the wind in the trees.
There was no jealousy between the three. They were good at what they were good at. They shared everything with one another. There wasn't a secret between them. They loved each other, as sisters ought to.
They were content with their lives. They did not have burdens. They were happy.
They were free.
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Dracoluver721 over and out.