Zoe
written by Christine Perron
with help from
Trista
Chapter 1: Memories
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Rain began pouring almost in an instant. The sky grew black, almost as if it were in rage and the clouds loomed and swirled. I felt small and helpless as I sat there in the cold dark tower in which I was condemned in. The walls of the tower became rank and moldy throughout the years. I felt a small tear fall and splatter on the dirty ground. I remember my life before this. It was different.
I had once lived in a small comforatable cottage with my family. My brother Jonathon, my mother and father, and my baby sister Tera. I was only seven years old when they came. Jonathon was outside chopping wood for the upcoming winter and mother and father had Tera with them when they went out into the nearby village. I was seated in front of the fire in the main room. I remembered the evening especially. There was something different in the air. Mother and father hadn't returned yet, and Jonathon was still outside.
I was just about to fall asleep right there when I heard a far away rumbling. Curious, I peeked out the window and saw a number of flashes like fire. Back then I was naive and careless, and I rushed outside to see what the commotion was. I saw Jonathon, just as confused as I was. The pounding noise came closer. Shouts and screams of pure terror seemed to emerge from the terrible noise. In fear, I turned to look at Jonathon hoping for comfort, but realized he was frozen with fear, just as I was. Whoever they were, they were coming closer, and they were coming fast. Suddenly, it hit me. The rhythmetic pounding noise were the sound of horse's feet. It sounded as if thousands of horses feet were trampling the ground.
I turned to Jonathon once more. He looked at me, tears streaming down his face. Never in my life will I ever forget the look on his face. Terror hung in his eyes and fear swept over him. He couldn't move. He was helpless. Instinctively, I ran as fast as I could behind the cottage and tried my best to climb up a tree.
"Jonathon!" I shrieked. He couldn't hear me. He was drowning in fear. Where was mother and father? What had become of Tera? Halfway up the tree I began to cry and I fell to the ground. "Jonathon!" I cried. I made myself get up and look out at what was happening. The terrible pounding stopped and there were men on horses everywhere. I couldn't find Jonathon.
written by Christine Perron
with help from
Trista
Chapter 1: Memories
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Rain began pouring almost in an instant. The sky grew black, almost as if it were in rage and the clouds loomed and swirled. I felt small and helpless as I sat there in the cold dark tower in which I was condemned in. The walls of the tower became rank and moldy throughout the years. I felt a small tear fall and splatter on the dirty ground. I remember my life before this. It was different.
I had once lived in a small comforatable cottage with my family. My brother Jonathon, my mother and father, and my baby sister Tera. I was only seven years old when they came. Jonathon was outside chopping wood for the upcoming winter and mother and father had Tera with them when they went out into the nearby village. I was seated in front of the fire in the main room. I remembered the evening especially. There was something different in the air. Mother and father hadn't returned yet, and Jonathon was still outside.
I was just about to fall asleep right there when I heard a far away rumbling. Curious, I peeked out the window and saw a number of flashes like fire. Back then I was naive and careless, and I rushed outside to see what the commotion was. I saw Jonathon, just as confused as I was. The pounding noise came closer. Shouts and screams of pure terror seemed to emerge from the terrible noise. In fear, I turned to look at Jonathon hoping for comfort, but realized he was frozen with fear, just as I was. Whoever they were, they were coming closer, and they were coming fast. Suddenly, it hit me. The rhythmetic pounding noise were the sound of horse's feet. It sounded as if thousands of horses feet were trampling the ground.
I turned to Jonathon once more. He looked at me, tears streaming down his face. Never in my life will I ever forget the look on his face. Terror hung in his eyes and fear swept over him. He couldn't move. He was helpless. Instinctively, I ran as fast as I could behind the cottage and tried my best to climb up a tree.
"Jonathon!" I shrieked. He couldn't hear me. He was drowning in fear. Where was mother and father? What had become of Tera? Halfway up the tree I began to cry and I fell to the ground. "Jonathon!" I cried. I made myself get up and look out at what was happening. The terrible pounding stopped and there were men on horses everywhere. I couldn't find Jonathon.