"The stormy night didn't stop Isabel from going inside the eerie house on the edge of the graveyard. She had heard legends about a cannibal who lured mourners from the graveyard to his house. Where he ate them!" Evelyn put down her horror book. Her long red hair draped in a braid down the side of her body. Evelyn lived with her parents Alyson and Navin Hayes. Both were world-class pilots for the army. Evelyn didn't see her parents so often. For Evelyn's 10'th birthday, they had gotten her a guard dog, so she wouldn't be so lonely all the time. The only thing the dog liked to do was basically sleep and eat.
Evelyn walked down the stairway and looked at the photos her parents had taken through the years of herself and her other family members. Over the fireplace, is where her father had kept several photos of his sister, Emily. Evelyn had been told the story of her aunt's death dozens of times. Usually her grandmother would be the one who would tell the tale most often. But, she had left for Earth about a decade ago.
Emily had been an important part of the rebellion against the Elf King. The other two members were Prince- Now King Trellis of the Elf kingdom. And Vigo Light, who had tragically lost his life during the beginning of the final fight. Evelyn tried to remember the details of Grandmother's stories about Emily's death.
She was fighting the Elf King. Trellis and Vigo had attacked the other soldiers in the room so Emily would have some cover. Emily had flipped the switch that activated the bombs inside the castle. After the explosion, Trellis had his leg pinned under a pile of rubble in the forest. Then, the king was approaching him, fast! Luckily for him, Emily had awoken in some nearby bushes. She had timed her block right, and jumped in front of him just as the king fired his weapon.
Trellis pinned his father down and killed him. Emily had an arrow lodged in her chest. And was dying fast, the two both sadly said their goodbyes just as Emily's body had bled out. Then the morning sun rose, as Trellis had quoted "Her life bled into the rising sun." He was right. Every morning, I rise early to see the beautiful sunrise that holds Emily's spirit in it. I might have never met you, but you're sunrise is beautiful.
