I hugged my legs up closer to my chest. “Mummy,” I mouthed, so grief stricken that I couldn’t even form the words properly. I hadn’t called my Mum, Mummy, since I was eight but fear, panic and loss were weighting on me so heavily that it was an ill-fitting bag, forced onto my back without relent nor permission.
Once, this morning, I’d been a normal girl living in the town of Firgrove. We work in mining there. Copper ore mostly. The mayor had told Mr Kembell - head of the mine - that the workers had some certain for the safety of it. But, he paid no head. And now he was living the consequences. The workers were living the consequences. I was living the consequences. My mother wasn’t living the consequences. My mother was no longer living. The house was so empty without her. Curtains on every house were drawn tight shut almost as if it would hide the loss that the village had experienced that day. Eleven dead. Most families had lost someone and everyone had lost someone they knew. My shoulders were still shaking from grief; my eyes still burning with tears. The door opened. Unfamiliar footsteps thudded down our narrow hall way. Gasping for breath, I stumbled behind a chair near the fire and grasped the fire poker. Hoping I wouldn’t have to use it, I peered out. White boots. White boots belonging to a girl with snow white hair and cold blue eyes which focus on the source of the sound - me. “Hey there little one, don’t cry,” she crooned, sickly sweet. I’m 12, hardly “little one”. She knelt down next to me though and continued to speak, “I’m your sister - Katja.” “I don’t - I don’t have a sister,” I chocked out. She grimace, “Mum didn’t mention me? Well, I think I bring shame on the family somewhat.” I would have asked why, under any normal situation but I simply didn’t care. I wanted Mum. Not this strange girl claiming to be my sister. I wanted my mother more than anything. She ignored my tears as they started up again. Grabbing my arm, she pulled me towards the door and I am ashamed to say that I offered no resistance. Before I could even take a last glance at my home, we were on the road, driving fast - too fast. “Sister, please, drink,” Katja pressed a bottle to my lip, pinching my nose, forcing me to open my mouth . Unwillingly, I drank and was pitched off into blackness… I am am the sister of Katja the dark rider.
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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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