Georgia pulled the reins of the horse as she lead it near the frozen lake where she once walked around with her mother. She could remember all of her memories with her mother clearly, especially the scene when she was murdered right in front of her.
She took a deep breath and held back her tears. "I shouldn't be crying right now. Mummy would be disappointed if I cry for her," she muttered to herself as she patted her cheeks.
The girl stared at the frozen lake for a few minutes until she turned to the horse. "You stay here," she said. "I'll be back soon."
The horse stomped its hoof and snorted in reply. "Good boy," she smiled at it before walking deep into the dark forest to look for a certain spot to do her little experiment she's been planning during her travels with her sister and father.
"Ah! Perfect!" Georgia exclaimed as she looked up at all the tall trees. She took out a ball of white yarn she recently rolled up in the carriage, also attached more than a hundred little, tiny silver bells to it.
She took the end of the yarn and tied it to an arrow. She then shot the arrow up into a high branch. The tiny bells jingles echoed beautifully throughout the whole forest as the ball unraveled.
Georgia took the other end of the yarn and tied it to another arrow and shot it to another tree that was fifteen yards away from the one she last shot the arrow at.
"I just need to be patient," Georgia whispered to herself as she looked up at the long string of yarn up in the trees.
Georgia turned around and began walking to another spot where animals usually walk around. She climbed up a tree and rested on a high branch, her weapon ready to shoot any incoming game.
After thirty minutes of napping up in the branch, a rustle in the bush woke Georgia. The sound was coming from a thick bush thirty yards from her right. She immediately shot the arrow and gasped when she saw big, brown eyes and a hand. She had shot a person.
Fortunately, the arrow missed the tiny hand by an inch. Georgia just sat on the branch, moth covered in shock. She sighed in relief.
"Annie! Are you okay?" a tall, teenage boy who was around Georgia's age ran up to the bush and pulled a little girl out. He stared at the arrow in shock, it almost hit his sister. She could've died.
"Jack!" Annie called for her brother. She then pointed at Georgia, "She was the one that shot it."
"She?" Jack asked as he squinted his eyes to see Georgia clearly.
Georgia quickly climbed down the tree and walked towards the two. "I am so sorry! Oh my goodness! Are you okay? Luckily, I missed!" Georgia exclaimed as she knelt in front of Annie.
She checked Annie for any wounds and fortunately found none. Georgia sighed in relief and smiled, "I really am sorry..uhhh..Annie?"
"How do you know my name?" Annie asked her.
Georgia looked at he and smiled, "I have good hearing. I heard him shout your name. " She looked up at Jack and her breath was taken away. She cleared her throat, "J-jack, right?"
Jack slowly nodded, he was captivated by the beautiful gold orbs. So was Georgia with his brown ones.
He ran a hand through his brown, messy hair and chuckled, "Wow. You're..you're go-" Jack stopped at the middle of his sentence. Was he about to tell the stranger how gorgeous and captivating she was?
"I'm what?" Georgia asked him as she took her hood off, her brown hair now flowing beautifully in the breeze. She gave him a toothy grin and waited for his words.
Jack licked his dry, lips and said, "You're good at archery."
Georgia's grin grew wider. "Thank you. I was taught by my father," she said, tucking her stray hair behind her ear.
