Hope grew into a beautiful seventeen year old who had her mother's beauty
and inner
coolness but her father's quick wit. When she was younger her parents found it easy to
distract her from the cast-iron door that held so many secrets, yet so many dangers which
they were determined to protect her from. One night when she was seven, she saw that
the illusive door was ajar. Thinking that she could now satisfy her curiosity, she edged
towards the door but was met by her father's stern look; the one that always made her
freeze in her tracks and look into his eyes with a trembling innocence that only he could
provoke, "Why are you up so late?" he asked quietly, but coldly. Unable to find an
answer Hope stood there flabbergast, staring into Neo's dark, sorrowful eyes, "Little girls
should be in bed." He added after a moment of tangible silence. With a smile he picked
her up, shut the door behind him, tucked her back in, kissed her goodnight and said no
more about it.
It happened again when she was thirteen. She saw the door was partially open with a
suspect light leaking from the crack. Again feeling her resistance fading, Hope tip-toed
up to the door but was met by a firm frown from her mother who was quick to shut the
door with a bang; the only entity that was separating her from knowing what was inside
that room. From that night she never attempted to get into that room as the severe look
from her mother had caused her to feel slightly afraid, she can do that thought Hope. It
was not very often that Trinity frowned at her, but when she did her blood ran cold as she
read the level of emotion running through Trinity's face. Any communication made while
having this intense gaze aimed at her, would act as if a stalagmite was being thrown at
her heart. The adrenaline would start pumping and she would have this insane feeling of
guiltiness as well as have the tears in her eyes to well up; whether or not she'd done
something wrong. Hope did not enjoy crying, it wasn't ladylike to bawl like a baby.
Over the years, the door was forgotten, until time caught up with the moment
when she was going to find out what was behind that door. What secrets that her parents
had kept from her and what vital role she was going to play in the quest to save Zion.
Dun, dun, dah Cliffhanger! Don't panic another chapter is on the way. ( But you have to send me some reviews first, which by the way have been lovely so far. Thank you to all those people. Thank you to Lucy who has prove-read this thing a million times and has made endless suggestions that increase your enjoyment. See you soon with another chapter.
coolness but her father's quick wit. When she was younger her parents found it easy to
distract her from the cast-iron door that held so many secrets, yet so many dangers which
they were determined to protect her from. One night when she was seven, she saw that
the illusive door was ajar. Thinking that she could now satisfy her curiosity, she edged
towards the door but was met by her father's stern look; the one that always made her
freeze in her tracks and look into his eyes with a trembling innocence that only he could
provoke, "Why are you up so late?" he asked quietly, but coldly. Unable to find an
answer Hope stood there flabbergast, staring into Neo's dark, sorrowful eyes, "Little girls
should be in bed." He added after a moment of tangible silence. With a smile he picked
her up, shut the door behind him, tucked her back in, kissed her goodnight and said no
more about it.
It happened again when she was thirteen. She saw the door was partially open with a
suspect light leaking from the crack. Again feeling her resistance fading, Hope tip-toed
up to the door but was met by a firm frown from her mother who was quick to shut the
door with a bang; the only entity that was separating her from knowing what was inside
that room. From that night she never attempted to get into that room as the severe look
from her mother had caused her to feel slightly afraid, she can do that thought Hope. It
was not very often that Trinity frowned at her, but when she did her blood ran cold as she
read the level of emotion running through Trinity's face. Any communication made while
having this intense gaze aimed at her, would act as if a stalagmite was being thrown at
her heart. The adrenaline would start pumping and she would have this insane feeling of
guiltiness as well as have the tears in her eyes to well up; whether or not she'd done
something wrong. Hope did not enjoy crying, it wasn't ladylike to bawl like a baby.
Over the years, the door was forgotten, until time caught up with the moment
when she was going to find out what was behind that door. What secrets that her parents
had kept from her and what vital role she was going to play in the quest to save Zion.
Dun, dun, dah Cliffhanger! Don't panic another chapter is on the way. ( But you have to send me some reviews first, which by the way have been lovely so far. Thank you to all those people. Thank you to Lucy who has prove-read this thing a million times and has made endless suggestions that increase your enjoyment. See you soon with another chapter.