Escape into the Twilight

Prologue

Rye's Third Person POV:

The warm, humid wind gently brushed against the blonde cookie's face. The golden rye danced happily as the breeze rushed past the field. Rye Cookie tossed her rake onto the ground and staggered back inside the house, exhausted. Rye Cookie wiped the sweat off her forehead aggressively and tumbled down onto the couch.

The annual rye harvest was ready tomorrow, it was an extremely important event to Rye Cookie. After working non-stop for months, growing rye and taking care of it, she could finally make rye juice and all sorts of things to sell.

Rye's heart jumped gleefully the more she thought about it. Her excitement and impatience drove away any signs of tiredness and sleep.

The tension ended up forcing her to stay wide-eyed the whole night. Her eyelids felt heavy, they would gradually close then suddenly open. The wind howled gently in the night, causing the rye fields to rustle softly. Crickets chirped, frogs croaked, it was like a midnight orchestra. Struggling to keep awake, she rubbed her strained eyes before letting out a loud yawn. It was hard to focus, her mind was all fuzzy. Blinking heavily, she gave up and her body loosened, falling into a light sleep.

The silence was broken by the sound of loud creaking and rustling in the rye fields. Rye's eyes peeled open slowly. Light shone into her eyes and she squinted, shielding her face from the sun.

Somewhere, a door kept creaking loudly.

Jeez... is it that bloody gate? That doesn't usually happen... She thought.

Grabbing the pillow, she covered her ears.

Wait.

Without second thought, Rye stumbled out of bed and dashed down the stairs in her pyjamas.

The gate door can only creak when it's been opened, and it doesn't open randomly.

Grabbing her flintlocks, she sprinted outside and into the no-longer golden field. Every inch of rye was gone. There was a flicker of vibrant red hair in the corner of her eye. Whirling around, a red cookie holding a large sack of rye was fleeing the scene.

"Hey! You! Stop right there!" Rye shouted, the red cookie halted and glanced back at her. Their eyes met; Rye found herself gazing deeply into the red cookie's crimson eyes. The red cookie narrowed her eyes with a smirk before dashing off. Loading her flintlock pistols, Rye aimed it at the red cookie and pulled the trigger but ended up missing by inches. Grunting, she began to run after the red cookie.

It was a matter of time before Rye lost track of the red cookie. Beat, she groaned in frustration. All her hard work had been stolen by some other cookie. Nothing was left for her, besides one grain of rye left alone on the road.

How could one cookie snatch a whole harvest of golden rye? How dare they? Pissed off, Rye stomped on the last grain of rye left on the road aggressively. Anger swirled around in her chest.

She felt horribly defeated and pathetic. There was no way she could accept defeat, she had to catch her thief.

Tensing up a little, she glared into the distance of the red horizon.

I'll catch you... I swear I will.

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yeah don't ask me how chili pepper stole a whole rye field