Hello and welcome to my story! Please, put your feet up, have a glass of
milk! Make yourself at home. For this story to begin you must be relaxed.
Breathe deep, and clear your mind. Picture yourself in a room. A dark
room, and it is night. There is little light from the crescent moon that
hovers in the foggy air outside your window, and you can hardly see what
you are doing. But there is enough glow to recognize your own living room,
cluttered and small, and the dog sleeping near your feet. You are
confused, why are you here? Is it not late? Why are you not asleep in
your bed? A chill runs up your spine, and tingles the hairs on the nape of
your neck. Through the hallway you hear faint voices, and it pokes at your
natural curiosity. You slowly stand up, and creep silently to the doorway.
Now you can hear the voices more clearly. They sound like a man's and a
woman's. The man's is deep and gruff, and resonates through the kitchen,
despite his attempt to whisper. The woman's sounds familiar, and you
quickly recognize it as belonging to your mom.
"There is nothing I can do about it. The orders have been given, and I must follow. She must cone with us tomorrow," the man said forcefully.
"But she's only 15! And she's my daughter. Why should I let her go? I will not risk putting her in danger," your mom replies, her voice sounds like she's on the verge of crying. Then you realize they are talking about you.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I must do what Lord Fallow says. If she does not come with me, there will be consequences for you and your daughter. There are other ways of making her come."
"But it's practically sending her to her death. I cannot to that to her!" Now you r mother is no longer trying to whisper. She is shouting, maybe she thinks by being loud, the man will listen.
"I will be back in a matter of days. Please be prepared for my arrival." With that, he picks up a helmet. It looks like polished silver. One long spike protrudes from the top, and it looks very heavy. The man places it on his head and disappears.
You wake up.
"There is nothing I can do about it. The orders have been given, and I must follow. She must cone with us tomorrow," the man said forcefully.
"But she's only 15! And she's my daughter. Why should I let her go? I will not risk putting her in danger," your mom replies, her voice sounds like she's on the verge of crying. Then you realize they are talking about you.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I must do what Lord Fallow says. If she does not come with me, there will be consequences for you and your daughter. There are other ways of making her come."
"But it's practically sending her to her death. I cannot to that to her!" Now you r mother is no longer trying to whisper. She is shouting, maybe she thinks by being loud, the man will listen.
"I will be back in a matter of days. Please be prepared for my arrival." With that, he picks up a helmet. It looks like polished silver. One long spike protrudes from the top, and it looks very heavy. The man places it on his head and disappears.
You wake up.