A crinkled, water stained poster hung on a tree on the side of the road. On it, a hastily drawn girls face. She wore a tattered velvet cloak with hoad, the color of moss. Suddenly, a herd of men in armor gallop by. Someone stops. It is a man adorned with feathers of rich colors and tectures, most likely the head of the group. He gestures to his men, and they gather around the sign.
"What is this? The little child has made quite an image of herself! I wouldn't be surprised if she can't last a day with this new, and obviously loved, faim. I say we continue searching till she's hanging from a rope dead!" After this, a chorus of chuckles and cheers is heard. The group carries on in the opposite direction, unaware of the figure seated behind the tree. She stands.
Her hair is weaved into a long braid behind her head. Her short stature is clothed with hastily sewn fabrics; a loose purple top, and leather capris and boots, most likely stolen. A thin belt hangs around her wast draped wih pouches and bottles, and by her hip a long sword with a curved tip.
She tenderly unhooks one of the smallest pouches and pours the conents into her hand. A pitifull pile of gold coins tumbles out. The girl scrunches her eybows in dismay.
"Well, isn't that great?" She says under her breath.
"Over here! I think I heard something!" A gruff voice is head in the distance. Without a pause, the girl whips around. She stops a foot away from the forest, hesitating. Then she spins on the heels, runs back toward the tree, and rips off the poster. Not wasting a beat, she is gone, the paper safely stuffed away in her belt.
YOU ARE READING
A Journey
FantasyA young girl struggles to accept her fathers sudden appearance into her life, as he tries to become a fatherly figure to her against her will. She deals with the choice to continue living her life as a free individual, or follow a path more traveled.
