It all began when I was still young. I had just blown out the eight candles on my cake when a loud knocking was heard at the door. My sisters Oriel and Estelle and I watched silently as my father excused himself from the table and went over to the door.
Though my sisters and I were young, I being the oldest at only eight years, and the twins Oriel and Estelle being almost six, we knew something was amiss. For months the city of Montague had grown silent. The streets were no longer the bustling metropolis that it was when my sisters were born. People were dying, the streets littered with filth. My sisters and I watched with the eyes of innocent young girls, watching our changing world.
My father would not even allow us into the city anymore. No more birthday walks through the streets, no festivals or street fairs. Every week my father would leave us alone in our little cottage for hours while he would go the village and get our supplies. My sisters and I were brave, brave for our father.
My mother had died shortly after the birth of my sisters. Father had always been there for us, but the months approaching my eighth birthday he became scarce and we had to care for ourselves alone at home. Soon one of neighbors noticed we were left alone, and she invited us into her home during those long hours, sometimes even nights. Blanche was a motherly figure, a widow of a war that occurred years before my sisters and I were born. In a way she became our new mother, a constant in a life so full of change. We knew he still cared, and he still read us bedtime stories, but the times we saw him grew shorter and shorter.
So we watched as my father carefully opened the wooden door and poked his head out. Several men clothed in near rags stood at the door, the expressions on their faces a mixture of fear and excitement. One held a torch and gestured violently with his hands. My father nodded, his mouth set in a grim line. He said a few words to the men and closed the door behind him.
He turned to us and we dropped our gazes to our laps, self conscious of the fact we had been staring. My father rubbed his forehead with a large calloused hand and sat down at his seat. The room was silent for a few moments until my father cleared his throat and looked at us.
"Rosamunde. Oriel. Estelle." We each looked up at the sounds of our names. My father sighed and fidgeted with his hands nervously. "I know how brave you girls have been." he began, his voice low, yet filled with a hidden pride. We nodded and waited for what he would say next. "I think it would be safest if you retreated to the country with Blanche for a few months."
We looked at him, our round eyes full of trust and innocence. "I thought we lived in the country father." I said, my voice quiet and naive. My father smiled slightly.
"Things have changed. Blanche told me she was moving west, to get far away. I believe it is best if you go with her." His voice was gentle, but firm and we nodded, knowing their was no use arguing.
"Will you be coming with us father?" Estelle asked her voice pure and musical. My father smiled sadly and shook his head.
"Not at first. I will join you in a month or so. I need to make sure everything is alright here." he replied, not meeting our eyes. We nodded and each stood from the table and kissed him goodnight. We retreated to our rooms, my birthday cake forgotten and obediently began packing our meager belongings.
The next morning we waved goodbye out the back of the carriage Blanche had rented so we could be transported away from the city. My father stood outside our cottage and waved back in the morning light. We waved until he was no longer out of sight and settled back in our seats, ready for a miniature adventure. Little did we know how long this change could last, or how much it could change our lives forever.
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