Hello, new chappie a-hoy, and guess what I have also started another story,
called Fall from Grace.it's a labyrinth fan fic. I encourage you to read
and review both stories. Oh, and I don't own any thing save Cizer and
Christa.
She had been walking for three days and had just reached the woods that she was aiming for at the beginning of her 'journey.' She had long since started to feel the effects of the lack of food, even though water could be found in abundance. Her slight frame had lost the little bit of extra weight that it had once stored and, she thought, was turning the rest of her body weight into solid muscle. At least she hoped it was, because the gain of muscle was the only positive opponent she could think of in her current position.
Her thoughts were beging to take a dangerous turn. All she could think about was what would happen if she didn't make it home, she missed her dog and friends, family and music. Reaching into her pocket she grabbed a burts bees wax lip gloss container and smeared it onto her lips. She had found the stuff in her coat jacket shortly after she had begun her 'walk,' and had since then used it as a sort of comfort zone, reminding her of home. Looking up she noticed that the sun was, once again setting, she deiced to walk a little long. 'Well, at least until I find a stream, I need to wash off Cizers legs.' It was the thrid day since she had put the 'poltious' on his legs and, if it really was 'poltious' then it was time to strip it off his legs. The signs did look promising though, he was no longer walking with a limp, and if the heat in his front legs were gone she should be able to ride him tomorrow. That was an occurrence that she was looking forward to. All this walking was really trying her out. Plus, she could make better time riding a horse then she could walking, even though she did question where she was going. All of this walking had given her time to think about what she was doing, like why did she ended up in the middle of a field? People don't fall off their horses and land in near a pond in the middle of no-where. She had pondered that one for many hours, and all she could come up with was that a competitor wanted to win the show so they somehow kidnapped her, in the middle of the show and deposited her somewhere else. She really hadn't worked out all, or for that matter, any of the kinks. She really didn't want to think about it, she just wanted to go home. Hearing the faint trickle of water she followed it until she ended up by the side of a stream. Walking up to one of the larger trees along the bank, she decided to make 'camp.' Or, if you would like to be technical, find a place to check on the horse and some tree roots to maneuver between. Walking over to the horse she dropped to a knee and started to remove the rapes. The hunter green cloth had dried to his legs with the mud and had to be ripped off. This proved to be a more difficult project then she had originally thought it would be, but she eventually found a manner in which to remove them. Once they were off the horse she through them in a heap by the tree stump, stumbling her movements slightly from fatigue. Leading the horse over to the stream she bathed his legs in the shallows. About thirty minutes latter his legs were clean of mud, and Christa had an extremely painful back ache from leaning over that long. Reminding herself that she still needed to check his legs she forced her body to move. Bending over, once again, she felt down his legs and to her relief they had cooled down. For this she was glad, if he hadn't been better she didn't know what she would nave done. She was already about to break down, though she was past the point of tears. Now it was more of a silent suffering. For their was nobody, but they horse to talk to. Grabbing the reins she tied them to a lower tree branch, giving him enough rein to eat the grass growing in spares places beside the tree. She had been taught not to let the horses eat with the bit in their mouths, but she was past the point of caring. Sitting between two large tree roots, she settled down for the night, with a small self- satisfied smile on her lips.
She had been walking for three days and had just reached the woods that she was aiming for at the beginning of her 'journey.' She had long since started to feel the effects of the lack of food, even though water could be found in abundance. Her slight frame had lost the little bit of extra weight that it had once stored and, she thought, was turning the rest of her body weight into solid muscle. At least she hoped it was, because the gain of muscle was the only positive opponent she could think of in her current position.
Her thoughts were beging to take a dangerous turn. All she could think about was what would happen if she didn't make it home, she missed her dog and friends, family and music. Reaching into her pocket she grabbed a burts bees wax lip gloss container and smeared it onto her lips. She had found the stuff in her coat jacket shortly after she had begun her 'walk,' and had since then used it as a sort of comfort zone, reminding her of home. Looking up she noticed that the sun was, once again setting, she deiced to walk a little long. 'Well, at least until I find a stream, I need to wash off Cizers legs.' It was the thrid day since she had put the 'poltious' on his legs and, if it really was 'poltious' then it was time to strip it off his legs. The signs did look promising though, he was no longer walking with a limp, and if the heat in his front legs were gone she should be able to ride him tomorrow. That was an occurrence that she was looking forward to. All this walking was really trying her out. Plus, she could make better time riding a horse then she could walking, even though she did question where she was going. All of this walking had given her time to think about what she was doing, like why did she ended up in the middle of a field? People don't fall off their horses and land in near a pond in the middle of no-where. She had pondered that one for many hours, and all she could come up with was that a competitor wanted to win the show so they somehow kidnapped her, in the middle of the show and deposited her somewhere else. She really hadn't worked out all, or for that matter, any of the kinks. She really didn't want to think about it, she just wanted to go home. Hearing the faint trickle of water she followed it until she ended up by the side of a stream. Walking up to one of the larger trees along the bank, she decided to make 'camp.' Or, if you would like to be technical, find a place to check on the horse and some tree roots to maneuver between. Walking over to the horse she dropped to a knee and started to remove the rapes. The hunter green cloth had dried to his legs with the mud and had to be ripped off. This proved to be a more difficult project then she had originally thought it would be, but she eventually found a manner in which to remove them. Once they were off the horse she through them in a heap by the tree stump, stumbling her movements slightly from fatigue. Leading the horse over to the stream she bathed his legs in the shallows. About thirty minutes latter his legs were clean of mud, and Christa had an extremely painful back ache from leaning over that long. Reminding herself that she still needed to check his legs she forced her body to move. Bending over, once again, she felt down his legs and to her relief they had cooled down. For this she was glad, if he hadn't been better she didn't know what she would nave done. She was already about to break down, though she was past the point of tears. Now it was more of a silent suffering. For their was nobody, but they horse to talk to. Grabbing the reins she tied them to a lower tree branch, giving him enough rein to eat the grass growing in spares places beside the tree. She had been taught not to let the horses eat with the bit in their mouths, but she was past the point of caring. Sitting between two large tree roots, she settled down for the night, with a small self- satisfied smile on her lips.