Chapter 3: Tristen In Trouble
The hot summer night made Nazia feel tired all the time and had less energy to do anything. As she sat on her bed she just closed her eyes and felt the heat hover around her, and smell the essence of smoked sweet candy that she had light before going to sleep.
Behind her piled stacked of unfinished read books and photo albums, which her mother always kept stored in Nazia's room in case a fire broke out and that Nazia would be safe as a small lake just outside her bedroom window always kept her from fires.
Red and black round pillows covered the room against the walls and some to the middle of the room. This was for the use of the cold winter nights as the concrete floor chilled her and used the pillows for stepping-stones. Nazia smiled with a giggle at the past few days of joyous fun. Remembering to what her friend, Tanya has said still made Nazia laugh.
"If anything that I want in life, its food!"
Tanya said swishing her wild red hair about and stopped to feel dizzy and instantly scoffed down the food in front of her and started singing.
"Food, wonderful food! You make me go on a high when I see you! Food! I crave you I need you...now!"
Nazia just sat near her laughing out loud, that shook a near by tree to fall over. Tanya looked back to see it collapse with a timid goofy smile.
"I'm not that funny, am I Nazia?"
Asks Tanya shaking her head. Nazia instantly closed her mouth in case anyone else heard her.
Nazia wildly opened her eyes and twitched her pointy small ears to hear the faint sound of a horse crying. Thinking it was just a party of insects gathering together, so she slipped into her bed and blew out the candles beside her. Her yellow curved wings were spread out as she slept up on her back. But it didn't take long for this fiddly girl to shuffle around to every side of the bed to get comfortable.
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Just outside her small cottage the cry of the horse grew louder and louder as a joined sound of a gun was fired.
"The boy has a gun!"
"Let's get of here!!"
"Aaaaaah!!", screamed in terror a couple of peasant-huntsmen, who ran out of the woods and into the near by village out of Lottus. There remained a frantic boy, who pulled back his hunting gun with a smirk he shook his head.
"I don't think I'm cursed anymore." He said rubbing his shoulder as blood trickled from his previous fight against the hunters. The prince stumbled on foot as Isle was way in front in the darkness of the rose beds where Nazia had guarded them day after day.
"Isle! Why are you standing there and not helping me? Meh! It's okay. I can handle a small gash." He said stepping over the sleepy roses that had closed in, leaving a trail of footsteps he didn't noticed they were even there. As his eyes dreaded so low he instantly collapsed to the ground in front of Isle.
"Isle..." he said softly, "Go find help! Isle, go find help!"
Repeated the prince to his horse that gazed up to the distance as if he'd spotted a light.
"GO!!!!" He shouted, but his last breath of words made him unstable and lied there looking lifeless.
This made the horses ears twitch up and instantly ran off towards a faded light he saw. Isle passed through a great pressed down meadow and noticed a path of stones would lead him to a house.
The hot summer night made Nazia feel tired all the time and had less energy to do anything. As she sat on her bed she just closed her eyes and felt the heat hover around her, and smell the essence of smoked sweet candy that she had light before going to sleep.
Behind her piled stacked of unfinished read books and photo albums, which her mother always kept stored in Nazia's room in case a fire broke out and that Nazia would be safe as a small lake just outside her bedroom window always kept her from fires.
Red and black round pillows covered the room against the walls and some to the middle of the room. This was for the use of the cold winter nights as the concrete floor chilled her and used the pillows for stepping-stones. Nazia smiled with a giggle at the past few days of joyous fun. Remembering to what her friend, Tanya has said still made Nazia laugh.
"If anything that I want in life, its food!"
Tanya said swishing her wild red hair about and stopped to feel dizzy and instantly scoffed down the food in front of her and started singing.
"Food, wonderful food! You make me go on a high when I see you! Food! I crave you I need you...now!"
Nazia just sat near her laughing out loud, that shook a near by tree to fall over. Tanya looked back to see it collapse with a timid goofy smile.
"I'm not that funny, am I Nazia?"
Asks Tanya shaking her head. Nazia instantly closed her mouth in case anyone else heard her.
Nazia wildly opened her eyes and twitched her pointy small ears to hear the faint sound of a horse crying. Thinking it was just a party of insects gathering together, so she slipped into her bed and blew out the candles beside her. Her yellow curved wings were spread out as she slept up on her back. But it didn't take long for this fiddly girl to shuffle around to every side of the bed to get comfortable.
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Just outside her small cottage the cry of the horse grew louder and louder as a joined sound of a gun was fired.
"The boy has a gun!"
"Let's get of here!!"
"Aaaaaah!!", screamed in terror a couple of peasant-huntsmen, who ran out of the woods and into the near by village out of Lottus. There remained a frantic boy, who pulled back his hunting gun with a smirk he shook his head.
"I don't think I'm cursed anymore." He said rubbing his shoulder as blood trickled from his previous fight against the hunters. The prince stumbled on foot as Isle was way in front in the darkness of the rose beds where Nazia had guarded them day after day.
"Isle! Why are you standing there and not helping me? Meh! It's okay. I can handle a small gash." He said stepping over the sleepy roses that had closed in, leaving a trail of footsteps he didn't noticed they were even there. As his eyes dreaded so low he instantly collapsed to the ground in front of Isle.
"Isle..." he said softly, "Go find help! Isle, go find help!"
Repeated the prince to his horse that gazed up to the distance as if he'd spotted a light.
"GO!!!!" He shouted, but his last breath of words made him unstable and lied there looking lifeless.
This made the horses ears twitch up and instantly ran off towards a faded light he saw. Isle passed through a great pressed down meadow and noticed a path of stones would lead him to a house.