A/N: Finally! My writer's block is no more.
November 10, 1793
"Death… is only the beginning."- Maxim-lien Robespierre-(One of the leaders from the French Revolution.) *A lot of people have used this quote in history, but this guy seems to be the first one to think of it* I don't own it.
Everyone stares as the balloon comes fatally toward us. People our screaming all around me. It is absolutely horrifying. Then we hear a man yell from the crowd of people,
"Thief! That is a thief! The pilot never got in the balloon!" Everyone is shocked. People start to not care if the person dies, including Nathaniel.
I can't but feel sorry for the sad person. The person is hurtling towards his or her death in a stolen air balloon. I start to study the balloon. You can definitely see a person trying their best to stop the balloon.
Wait, is their another person in the balloon? My mind goes into frenzy. If you look really close you can see that there are two people in the falling balloon. The air balloon is getting closer and closer to the ground. And then when it's about to crash into the fish market, it stops right above it.
I cheer silently to myself, but unfortunately, it seems like I am the only one who is happy.
The police surround the stolen balloon as the steadily lands it. I see the fellow and the older lady exit the balloon and both get detained on the spot. The lady looks oddly familiar. She looks sick and very weak; however her eyes say she could take down anyone who stands in her way.
She looks over at Nathaniel and me, and then her face lightens up.
"Mattie!" She shrieks over at us.
Realization dawns on me. "Mother?"
A/N: Oh… I left it on a cliffhanger… sort of. Sorry guys, it's just hard not to. So what do you think? Hate; love? I would love to hear more on the love part! You know what to do! R&R!
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