❥ ℛℯ𝒸𝓀𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ ❥ •𝖦𝗂𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖡𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾•

• ℐ𝓃𝓉𝓇ℴ𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 •

• 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈 •

- 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖾 -

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𝒜𝓂𝓎𝒷ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶 ℳ𝒸𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎

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𝒢𝒾𝓁𝒷ℯ𝓇𝓉 ℬ𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽ℯ

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THE BLONDE GIRL LOOKED BACK
one last time at the sweet little house where she had grown up.
The brown roof with the little chimney. The stable next to it. The white curtains, now drawn. It looked so empty, so lonely and desolate.

"Don't look back Amybella, it's bad luck." Her mother rebuked her and Amybella turned to face her. She looked at the black horses pulling the carriage they were sitting in. On the journey to a new life.

Bad luck had already befallen them.

The girl looked at her mother. Her expression was stern and stubbornly forward. The warmth and the friendly smile had died with him, her husband.

The time they had spent traveling both by carriage and by ship across the eternal sea was several days before they finally arrived. Amybella got out of the carriage and breathed the fresh air. Then she went to the back of the trailers and took out Abraxas. Her black stallion, a noble horse.

Other families could not afford to take a horse with them. Other families would not do such a thing, her mother had said several times.

"Everything will be different now on, my friend," the girl whispered, burying her nose in the horse's black coat.

She picked up her suitcases and walked up the stairs. She stopped once more in front of a door and took a deep breath. Then she opened it and looked around the room that was to be her bedroom in the future.
It was not really large, had a small window so that a lot of light came in.
The wallpaper was a sparse dull white and a narrow bed stood at the far end of the room. Amybella walked towards it and dropped onto it. She took in the smell and closed her eyes for a moment.

Then she stood up again and walked towards one of the window. From there, if she leaned close enough to the glass, she had a view of the paddock where Abraxas, her stallion, was standing, plucking the grass from the snow.

Amybella packed her clothes into the narrow wardrobe, she had available. Then she unpacked the rest of her things and arranged them in her room.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and her mother coming in. The young woman looked around, nodded and ran out again.

"Dinner's in an hour!" she called, and heard her go down the stairs. A new start, she had said. From England to Canada, it cost her a fortune. But a fresh start was worth it. People would talk. A woman and a child moving from England to Avonlea.

Amybella sighed and decided to take a look around the area. She ran out to the paddock and Abraxas lifted his head curiously. Amybella quickly put the saddle and halter on him, then mounted up and rode out into the white landscape. Their surroundings were completely white with snow and everything seemed quiet and peaceful. The blonde girl pulled her coat tighter and cursed at the cold. She didn't like winter. He looked beautiful, but he was bitterly cold.

Amybella rode into a forest that was almost reminiscent of a fairy tale. The buds glistened from the small crystals that were frozen to the west and in some places a little sunlight fell on them, making them sparkle. She gave Abraxas a gentle squeeze on the thigh and he ran off happily. Unlike her, he seemed to enjoy the fresh winter air and slowly picked up speed.

However, as quickly as she could hardly notice, something, or rather someone, darted out from behind a tree and Abraxas was startled. Because the girl had been sitting relaxed and loose in the saddle beforehand, she had not expected this and lost her balance. Abraxas made a startled hop to the side and she had landed off his back in a pile of snow.

"Oh crap! Sorry." A face appeared above her. A boy with raven-black curls and cheeks, red from the cold that were hid in a scarf looked down at her. He was wearing a carded jacket and just above his brown eyes Amybella recognized little snowflakes sticking to his eyelashes. He held out his hand to her, which was protected from the cold in a brown glove. Amybella ignored it and scrambled to her feet.

"You scared him!" She walked towards Abraxas. Then she looked at her clothes, which were now white and wet, the girl immediately started to freeze.

"Are you new here? You don't seem familiar with the winters in Avonlea." His voice sounded behind her. She looked at his pale face as he scrutinized her clothes.

"Well obviously I hadn't planned to end up in the snow!" she said quietly, wondering if he had even heard what she said.

"I'm Gilbert." The boy said and held out his hand again. Amybella took it and held it for a moment.

Gilbert Blythe. Little did she know how he and this new place, called Avonlea would change the girl's life forever.

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Author's note:
Heyoo so this fanfiction was actually german before, but I decided to translate all my books, so everyone can read them!

But also because of that, there proper will be grammatical mistakes so I'm sorry about that, I'm trying my best!

Enjoy this book!<3