Acidia Black

Surviving on edge

The girl moved up to the mountains, climbing through the rocky passes and went down through the villiage. She bought food, clothes, traded goods for materials and weapons. After a week of trading and buying, she continued to the mountain called Draconelias, said to be cured with spirits of good and evil. Maybe she would find her place amongst them. She tightens her satchels and belt and began climbing the mountain up to a place so high she could barely breathe. She pulled herself onto a nearby ledge and found that she was sitting on the beginning of a mountain pass. She slowly gets up and walks along the pass for a long time. It makes her realise that it had been two years since her family had been murdered and she had been on the run. She remembered the faces, the voices, the names mentioned, the little boy... He didn't care that she was the one that she was the one the guards had been looking for. He pointed her in a direction in which the guards would not go.  She walked along thinking of all who had wronged then slowly came to the realisation that she yearned for revenge, and she was going to get it. 

She walked through the night and stopped briefly for drink and some food.  She also changed her clothes to lighter and cooler things because summer was coming once more. Slowly, she moved along, tired, wanting her family back, hungry, thirsty, but she knew she had to savour what scarce food and water she had left. She came to a clearing with a long cliff-face and waterfall, giving it a nice, refreshing mist to the hot and sticky summer's morning air. She climbed up the cliff-face and went behind the waterfall. She crawled through a hidden cave, behind the waterfall. It was dark and long, with random pools of water. The girl weakly swam through masses of thick water that weghed her down.  The opening of the cave was a beautiful meadow, with flowers, trees, caves, water, food, animals, a gorgeous view of the ocean and everything she could ever need. Find your way to the edge of the world, my dearest. Then find who you are, create yourself. Be who you must around those who will hurt you, be yourself around those you trust and love. Her mothers words spin through her head and she smiles sadly at her thoughts. 

She build a hut with a bedroom, with a double bed, closet, desk, draws and complete with a nice rug of animal fur which she had bought, a bathroom, with a mirror, toilet, water catch, a pump, a kitchen, with a bench, water catch, a pump, cooking utensils, draws, and candle were in everyroom. She had lanterns and candles, plenty, she also managed to make chandeliars.All of this was done in three years and she was now eleven years of age and growing up. She finally felt at home once again, but she had spent too much time working and had left her childhood behind the day her home was destroyed and her family was gone. She went out to the meadow to find gold, pleanty of it, she took as much as she could and went down to the villiage at the bottom of the mountain. When she had got there, she looked up at her magnificent home with pride.

Buying everything she needed, including more materials, books, food, candles, and much more, she saw the same boy. People were applauding him. He had saved a little boy from a wild horse, rampaging through the villiage. She went over to him when the crowd had gone.

"Hello, aren't you the boy I partialy met five years ago?" She asks, curiously

"Oh my lord, aren't you the girl who saved my life?" 

"Yes, I am." She smiles.

"She's here guards!" He yells over his shoulder, "Sorry, I had to try and re-pay my fathers debt, and, well, your capture would do just the trick" He smiled.

She sprinted as fast as a deer, as she had grown with animals being her aid, back to her home through a different path that would throw off the guards.