Why was everything so dark?


An eleven year old girl lay curled up on the deck of the ship, clutching her head between her hands while she shook because of the icy wind. Her head throbbed, her muscles ached and all she could hear was the crashing of the huge waves around her.

"Daddy? Daddy?" She screamed, but she got no response. She hadn't seen him in a while, not since he sent her below deck to tie things up in preparation for the storm. That had been hours ago.

The girl struggled to her feet, her olive skin red from the force of the wind, fighting the Hurricanes force with every movement as she began to search for her father. Could he have been thrown over board? Knocked unconscious? Hurt by falling debris and supplies? These sad thoughts whirled around in her head.

Climbing down the stairs of the boat, she missed a voice calling her name, believing it to be wind. Katniss! Katniss! It chanted. The girl searched below deck for her father, a man she knew so well.

She knew the way his grey eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his black hair and olive skin was plastered with dust when he returned from work every single day. She also knew how he hunted, with precision, and elegance. His bow in hand, the string drawn back as he prepared to take the life of an innocent animal so that their family could live as best they could in their living conditions.

Their home was depressing and somewhat hostile, everyone fighting for food and money by doing the jobs in other districts that no one else would want to do. That was if you were lucky. The unlucky ones were sent to work in the mines, a place that made you feel as if you were suffocating and going to be crushed under a thousand tons of rock.

Her father was lucky, he was an officer at the docks in district four, swimming out to meet boats and check them for weapons or other illegal things so that they could keep their ports safe. And every year he took her sailing to the same island and the same time of year, well except for this year.

This year they had to go a few weeks late because he couldn't get the time off that he needed for it, so it was postponed. And now they were stuck at sea, possibly going to die.

They were never going to see their family again. Her little new born sister Primrose, a little thing that looked as if she could break at any moment. Her mother, a woman who had healing hands, a magical touch, that could sooth any ailment you brought to her. Her cousin Gale, only a few years older then her and protected her no matter the cost.

The girl stumbled back up the stairs blindly, her face covered with dark hair that the water had plastered it to, and back into the falling water just in time for a huge wave to come and sweep across the boat and take her into the choppy water. As she struggled, she didn't notice the man clutching the railings on the boat, holding on for dear life.

"Katniss, swim just like I taught you!" He cried, and somehow, she suddenly knew what to do. She treaded water the best she could, keeping her head above water.

Her father saw her be swept away towards the island they were heading for, and let out the breath he had been holding. Now that she is safe, I can let go, he thought.

Soon, his hands began to slip from the wet wood, and he fell into the waves just as the ship started to tip over, managing to trap him under neath.

The girl, as she was floating away, saw the ship start to flip and cried silently. Good bye Daddy, she thought. Her grey eyes watched as the boat was submerged, taking her only life line with it. She then almost gave up. He was gone, and there was no way that anyone would come looking for her. The girl glance around the waves, noticing a blotch of green and beige in the distance.

The island. A new sense of motivation swept through her. She would survive, she would beat these waves, and survive for her father. The girl latched onto the nearest piece of floating material that she could see, a chest that was bobbing above the waves, and began to kick her tiny legs to propel her towards the piece of land that would soon become her home for the next five years, a place that would become her safe haven from the world. A place that no one would find until a group of kids take the same path that she did, and wind up stranded on the beaches of her home, her paradise.


They showed up one night out of no where, have drowned and almost all of them were unconscious. Katniss watched them from the trees, hoping to figure out why they were here. Were they stranded like her? If they were, were they important enough to have people search for them? Thoughts whirled around in her head.

There were about eleven or twelve of them, each washed up face down on the beach. Katniss sighed, these people were going to die here.

Scampering down the rough bark, and running through the brush until Katniss reached the sand. Tip toeing around the kids, she started to flip them over one by one so they didn't choke on sand.

And then she was gone. Back into her forest before any of them stirred, but she still watched from a distance. Katniss wanted to know what they were doing on her island, and she was gonna find out.


Will there ever be light in this endless storm?


So, this is my first story on new first account. This is the same story as on my last account, theshadowinmysoul, but I just wanted a fresh start. It make me sad to have to leave all my followers behind, but I didn't want to bring my terrible old writing with me. Thank you for reading - TheShadowsInMySoul