A/N: My 1st fanfic so bear with me here. I would really appreciate it if
everyone who reads this would please review because I'm not sure WHAT to
think of my work. So just tell me what you like or dislike so I can make it
better. I'm not exactly sure where this is going; I kind of just make it up
as I go along. I'll try to update often.
-TrebondsKnight
True Dreams
Josephine Miller woke up dazed. She was a 13 year-old girl with golden blonde hair and dark green eyes. It took a moment for the memories of the previous night to sink in. Jo closed her eyes as the vivid details flashed through her eyes again and again. This can't be happening, she thought to herself, when I open my eyes I'll see nothing! It was all a dream!
Reassured, she slowly opened her eyes. After finding no immediate evidence that the night before wasn't just a dream, she started to look around. There! Right behind that huge bolder! Isn't that where IT happened? No, she told herself, I'm just being silly. If I look behind it NOTHING will be there! She hadn't convinced herself but Jo rounded the bolder nonetheless.
She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the bodies she had desperately hoped wouldn't be there. She started to pale when she saw her mother's body lying in the middle of the mound. Many feelings broke loose inside Jo; grief, guilt, shame, anger, loneliness, and worry. Hot tears ran down her face as she ran to the other side of the bolder, trying to push the images away.
She lay on the grass crying for what seemed like hours. Finally, self- disgust sank in and she stood up and wiped away tears. She defiantly wasn't one to wallow in self-pity. Slowly worry began to sink in. What would Jo do now that her mother was gone?
Mother. Gone. Even saying the words in her head made them seem final. She's gone. I must accept it. So what was she to do? She certainly couldn't go back to her father; that wasn't even an option. She hated him. There were no other words for it. He didn't care for Jo or her mother. Just thinking of the idea of going to him made Jo's face darken with fury. The last time Jo saw her father; he made it very clear to Jo that he greatly disapproved of her. Jo greatly doubted that he would even shed a tear if she dropped dead in front of him. Jo glared. I'll show him! I'll show that filthy meaningless worm!! She continued glaring for a few minutes and then she mentally shook herself. This was not the time to fume at the thought of her father! She had to figure things out!
First things first; I need a bath. Bath. Water. Clean. Yes, she was sweaty, muddy, and in definite need of a bath. Jo sighed and began walking around making sure to note landmarks so she wouldn't get lost. At last she came upon a peaceful-looking lake. Jo could see the bottom and estimated it to only be about 4ft. deep. Perfect.
Jo unsheathed her sword and daggers and placed them on the edge of the bank. You could never be too careful. She quickly took off her clothes and slipped into the lake. She washed well then came out to reapply her clothes, praying to the Goddess that no one would spot her.
What now? She asked herself again. Exercise said a part of her. Exercise! I gotta be kidding! Exercise at a time like this!? Mom always said, "If you can stand then you can exercise," replied an evil part of Jo's brain. Jo sighed; she knew that evil part was right. Darn me! Darn me to Heck! Grumbling, Jo began her morning routine of exercising, stretching, and fighting moves.
After an hour, Jo finished and sat down on the grass. Again she found herself asking what she should do. She thought awhile before coming to a decision. Corus. She would go to Corus; it was the closest city and she was bond to find help or work there. She would figure out what to do on the way. Right now Jo needed supplies. She grimaced at what she would have to do to obtain the supplies. She would have to search the bodies. Jo didn't like the idea but knew it was better to do it and live then not to and die. She finished the gruesome job then headed towards Corus, and her new life.
True Dreams
Josephine Miller woke up dazed. She was a 13 year-old girl with golden blonde hair and dark green eyes. It took a moment for the memories of the previous night to sink in. Jo closed her eyes as the vivid details flashed through her eyes again and again. This can't be happening, she thought to herself, when I open my eyes I'll see nothing! It was all a dream!
Reassured, she slowly opened her eyes. After finding no immediate evidence that the night before wasn't just a dream, she started to look around. There! Right behind that huge bolder! Isn't that where IT happened? No, she told herself, I'm just being silly. If I look behind it NOTHING will be there! She hadn't convinced herself but Jo rounded the bolder nonetheless.
She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the bodies she had desperately hoped wouldn't be there. She started to pale when she saw her mother's body lying in the middle of the mound. Many feelings broke loose inside Jo; grief, guilt, shame, anger, loneliness, and worry. Hot tears ran down her face as she ran to the other side of the bolder, trying to push the images away.
She lay on the grass crying for what seemed like hours. Finally, self- disgust sank in and she stood up and wiped away tears. She defiantly wasn't one to wallow in self-pity. Slowly worry began to sink in. What would Jo do now that her mother was gone?
Mother. Gone. Even saying the words in her head made them seem final. She's gone. I must accept it. So what was she to do? She certainly couldn't go back to her father; that wasn't even an option. She hated him. There were no other words for it. He didn't care for Jo or her mother. Just thinking of the idea of going to him made Jo's face darken with fury. The last time Jo saw her father; he made it very clear to Jo that he greatly disapproved of her. Jo greatly doubted that he would even shed a tear if she dropped dead in front of him. Jo glared. I'll show him! I'll show that filthy meaningless worm!! She continued glaring for a few minutes and then she mentally shook herself. This was not the time to fume at the thought of her father! She had to figure things out!
First things first; I need a bath. Bath. Water. Clean. Yes, she was sweaty, muddy, and in definite need of a bath. Jo sighed and began walking around making sure to note landmarks so she wouldn't get lost. At last she came upon a peaceful-looking lake. Jo could see the bottom and estimated it to only be about 4ft. deep. Perfect.
Jo unsheathed her sword and daggers and placed them on the edge of the bank. You could never be too careful. She quickly took off her clothes and slipped into the lake. She washed well then came out to reapply her clothes, praying to the Goddess that no one would spot her.
What now? She asked herself again. Exercise said a part of her. Exercise! I gotta be kidding! Exercise at a time like this!? Mom always said, "If you can stand then you can exercise," replied an evil part of Jo's brain. Jo sighed; she knew that evil part was right. Darn me! Darn me to Heck! Grumbling, Jo began her morning routine of exercising, stretching, and fighting moves.
After an hour, Jo finished and sat down on the grass. Again she found herself asking what she should do. She thought awhile before coming to a decision. Corus. She would go to Corus; it was the closest city and she was bond to find help or work there. She would figure out what to do on the way. Right now Jo needed supplies. She grimaced at what she would have to do to obtain the supplies. She would have to search the bodies. Jo didn't like the idea but knew it was better to do it and live then not to and die. She finished the gruesome job then headed towards Corus, and her new life.