A piercing scream tore from Christine's throat. She fell from the carriage and was almost crushed by one of the wheels.
(Christine's P.O.V.)
Dust filled my mouth; I could not move. It hurt too much. But I was alive, that was all that mattered.
'I can live with out Raoul,' Christine tried to say but no sound came out.
'I cannot speak! Oh god! Why do you torture me so?'
Just then a short figure disturbed Christine's loneliness. Christine did not notice that blue clad figures appear. This figure moved gracefully as water in a stream and as softly as a rose petal. Her long black hair carefully braided and rolled into a bun. Her skin browned, by the sun, was unblemished and baby soft.
She carefully walked up to the heap that was Christine and softly, ever so softly, tapped her on the shoulder.
Pain swelled through Christine's body, but she looked at this intruder. Her eyes filled with tears of rage and tears of hurt. But the lady seemed to under stand and got Christine to her feet. Then slowly the two walk back to woman' home.
(Rosa's P.O.V.)
I saw a carriage go by, and I knew that there was nothing down there but the river. But something was not right, so I went down to check and the carriage rushed past me. A little while later I found the girl, all dust covered and not moving. I just could not leave her there. Jeeves would understand.
'Jeeves left me here and I do not believe Nadir would mind if I let her stay.' I said to myself. Then I asked 'Miss, what is your name?' All she did was point to her throat and her eyes where filmy. I guessed she was blind and unable to speak. We will just have to see if she needs help after she gets better.
(Nadir's P.O.V.)
'I am home.' I bellowed as I walked in. But I did not get to far before Rosa came up to me. Her hair was filled with dust and her dress was covered too.
'Sir,' she said, 'I believe we have a visitor. She will not be able to move for awhile, but I think you can meet her.' I let myself be lead away from the open front door to a back room that I knew to be Rosa's. It was a lovely shade of rosy pink. It was decorated with a silk rug and a few silk cushions that were used as chairs. In the corner there was a low table and dresser. There was also a changing screen with a beautifully painted cherry tree on it and next to it, on the floor, was a bamboo mat, which was Rosa's bed, a girl I thought I knew to be kind, was resting.
'Erik,' I called, 'You might not want to come in here for it will break your heart.' But I was to late. Erik was standing behind me. I could not hide the sight, for Erik was a good head taller than myself.
'Christine.' I thought I heard him whisper before he fled to the room I always let him stay in.