deep death

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2010-03-16 19:17:01 (UTC)

Forever apart

Chapter 1 ~A traced beginning

“A black mist clouded my mind killing any sight of
vision I might have had left. A doubt reached my mind
that, who I was looking for, wasn’t even here. Trying to
switch my vision to something that would see through the
dark smoke that crowded around the tunnel, I felt the
ancient scripts on the wall trying to figure out were I
was, as if it would help at all.

A dark voice screamed into my thoughts saying
something that sounded to me like my name.
‘Kata!’ The voice was screaming to me, to high
pitched to hear.

‘Kata!” Maiden of destiny!’ The voice said to me,
a notch lower in pitch.
An unstoppable force pulled me through the halls,
I could feel it draining my power yet it felt calming in a
way. I could nearly here the screams of my target as I
approached the clearing of the mist. Automatically I
raised my guard hoping for a split second that no one
could see me.”

Creshelle then closed the book looking at her little
sister beside her.

“What happened next sissy?” Renela asked urgently,
looking up to face Creshelle.
Creshelle laughed closing the book and kissing her
little sister on the head.
“I don’t know. Guess we will have to find out
tomorrow!” She replied to Renela walking to the door and
stopping at the light switch.
“Night, Night, Renela!”

“Night, Night, sissy!” said Renela sitting up with a smile
on her face, giggling softly. “Don’t let the bed bugs
bite!”

Creshelle chuckled softly as she closed the door to her
six year old sisters’ room and quietly made her way down
the stairs. Being the older child with no parents or
family and a hay load of cash had its perks and faults.
Being able to afford a hotel to stay at was one of the
perks, but constantly having to move to different hotels
wasn’t.

After Creshelle’s parents died in a car crash two weeks
after her mom gave birth to Renela, Creshelle had become
thankful that her parents had won- the lottery a while
back and they had money to her name. Since then Creshelle
worked hard to afford a hotel to stay at for her sister
and her to keep warm. Because they had no extended family
that she knew of, and didn’t want to get separated in
foster care she never told anyone that she was an orphan
at the age of 13.





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