Good sense....

Once I was outside all my "good" sense came rushing back to me.  Was she my sister? The thought loomed behind every other thought and I was terrified.  With 200 pounds plus, over your head it is easy for one to deceive you just to get the reward, I'm sure.

But no.


She was my sister.  Why? Because I knew her.  Although stern and statue looking to most, when I looked into her eyes I could almost feel what she was feeling, sense the urgency in her thoughts, and most of all... her birthmark- now covered by the hem of her rugged cloak, shine.  It was if it was a special gift developed in between us.

Behind in the deepest parts in her mind I knew she was in danger too.


Was that a good thing?


I'm don't have a super hero ability but, I know that she had a rough experience at the school she went too.  The look on her face made me think she went through this fire a hundred times.

We hiked up the mountain to only swoop back down again.  We crossed a muddy swap.  Another dark entangling forest, and at last we stopped at a muddy creek.  

As if she read my thoughts she said quietly, "I helped them too."

I was about to say, "I already guessed that" but the sound of coming horses made us both start to run- deeper into the forest.

Nightmare?

Last Night was in a sense, a Nightmare.


I was finally comfortable of the bed of damp leaves when I thought I heard footsteps. I tensed up. Just great.  My small fire had died out a hour ago so I had nothing to see with.  Finally my body relaxed and I fell asleep. Not long after I fell asleep I was awoken with to the same sound.

I felt around.

There's my fire stick and flint, I thought, I struck them together.  


WHOSH!


I never struck them like that with that intensity.  The fire came to life on the end of my stick and I held it up as a torch.

Nothing.

Should I be relieved or... frightened.

All of a sudden out of the thick night shadows came a figure.  It was too thin to be a human- I was sure.  But I was easily mistaken.  "Shhh." Came a voice.  I spun around thinking the voice came from behind me.

"No, over here."

I felt it smile- no smirk.

My shaky voice called out, "Come out!"

It actually obeyed me.  (If thats the right word)

Then I saw her.  The person was a female as tall as me.  She was wearing a tunic wade of dark wool (that I could see) and had a few packs on her.  Her black hair reached her shoulders- or maybe a little past them.

"Hannah." She called.

She knew my name, I frantically tried to recall her.

I sat up and glared-gaze at her.  Then I took a breath of relief.  I knew her.

"Sarah, I haven't seen you in awhile."  It was my sister- we parted ways when we were 9 years old to go to the schools we wanted to go to.  She went to the Black Arts Society/ School and I went to Manner Hall.  She had changed visibly- and I didn't know if I liked it.

Then she spoke, "Sorry if I startled you."

I smirked my thanks.  For going to Manner Hall- I still needed a bit of work.

"Hannah, your wanted.  Yes by me but by the authorities. By the Judges.  By the Leaders.  By your high ranking friends.  By all those Bad guys."

I shuddered.

She continued a little softer now.  "I had to fall from the comforts too."  She looked away- almost wishful.  Then she spoke with intensity, "You are wanted and this cubby hole won't cut it for long.  Come with me."

I would have asked "now?" but it was more like an order than a command.

So now it was.  Some reason I trusted her as I raised my self grabbed my only bag and slowly stepped into the surrounding darkness...

A Bad Choice?

Living in a cave can be...

Tough.

Surviving on rabbits...

Not too tough.

But Not Seeing my friends...

Super Tough.


I used to be Miss Popular.  I had all the friends, kept up with the trends, and in all I had a perfect life.  My school years were....

Perfect

Basically straight A's and perfect attendance.Those factors earned me points to go onto Manner Hall (The school to go to if you were of high class in which I am).

Ok? So why is life tough if you got perfect grades, friends, money, and the whole package?  Well, because I dumped that life two weeks ago.  And now I face near starvation and I also have a 200 pound bounty on my head.  Why again?  I helped them.


THEM. As in the slaves. Paren had issued another of there decrees saying anyone helping a slave, indentured servants, ect. would be fined.  It so happened a young dirty (more like filthy) slave was carrying her master's clothes in a basket which she dropped.  I reached out to help her fill the basket with the clothes which split out.  Wrong move.  An authority passing by thought I was trying to help the slave escape.  He told me so in court  in next day.

They released me noticing my class but not with out a warning.

A week later I found myself exactly what I was accused of.  After that I escaped for my life and ended up here... in this cave... away from everything I've known.