Despite the fact that most of my four was on the road in front of my, the corner of my eye caught the nervous movements of Arwen’s horse. I carefully stretched my hand out towards the poor thing, to comfort it. My own horse, Shade, was carefully checking that Arwen’s horse (ironically called Bravery) was ok. The wind tugged at our clothing, causing my ill-fitting top to hang off me even more than normal. Mum had tried her best this Halloween, sewing on a skeleton shape to one of my old tops and buying temporary hair die to match my worm through trousers. Even “my” horse was borrowed from Arwen who, despite her flaws, was probably the best friend I could ever hope for.
Arwen. What a puzzel. You could describe her as rich, generous, selfish, self-centred, devilish, thoughtful and many more oxymorons. Maybe Shakespeare could even draw inspiration from the personalities of one little teenager. New clothes were wrapped around her chocolate fudge coloured skin with her equally new cat trotting along in front of her. It was her fault that we were here anyway. Every year her dad sets up a ghost town for the people of Jorvik to come and experience. However, it’s closed. An open ghost town? Scary. A closed ghost town? Petrifying beyond the definition of the world. And yet we were here, hunting the legend of the Mist. Maybe that’s another word I could have used to describe Arwen? Magical. In the Jorvik sense anyway. Arwen’s riches came from her family’s long standing connections to the druids. In return for their magical services, they could - A tickling had begun on my hand, the one holding Shade’s robe. It felt that hundreds, no thousands, of bugs tickling their way across my skin. CREEK! The windmill had jerked into life. Blades rotating through the air like axes through the night. The lights in one of the houses flickered on, the light burning and intense through the dark. I felt my breath quickening, my head fluttering. The sky came to life. Bats folded out of the night towards us. All was quiet. The town had taken its fill so it hid itself back into the night. Ever wondered how scarecrow hill came to be?
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Li Silentland
Hello!Welcome to my little space on the large internet where I can share my thoughts, views and fanfics! I am you 'normal' teenaged girl, who loves writing, gaming and horses. I've played Star Stable online since 1st June 2014 and I am currently a level 20 player on Cupcake Valley where I hang about with Frosty Roses and my 18 pixel horses! Disclaimer: All images and anything else to do with this blog are taken in the game Star Stable Online produced by Star Stable Entertainment AB. I have nothing to do with Star Stable and own none of their graphics. But I can tell you it is a great game and you should play it!
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