Plot as One, Leave Undone

Chatper 3- Nenia

              Hey Peeps'z! srry i meant to post this earlier but my mom interrupted me :P lol. I hope you liked this chapter. My bro said its his favorite so i hope you think the same! PLZ comment! it means alot! btw i tried to explain a little about like their past and their parents so i hope it gives a little insight! thnx again to my lovely you fans!

                                                              -Writerbird

Chapter  3:

                    Nenia

         Nenia pushed the food on her plate around uninterestedly. She was rather depressed, and had been for some time. She wasn’t sure why but she hoped her plans with Enrehe for running away would help her cheer up a bit.

         It was a scary venture that they were undertaking. She didn’t feel very scared but she knew that once they had gone far enough into their plans the realization would hit her hard. She tried to prepare her mind for it so that she will be able to continue on. There was nothing left here for them. They were two kids who had potential and sitting in some rotting cabin wasn’t exactly going to flex their imaginative spirit.  

         “You sound so silly,” she thought to herself. It didn’t matter though, as long as it helped her to pass that wall of doubt and fear.

         She looked up from her food to look around and observe her surroundings. Menos and Siern were sitting across the table from her, a chair in between them. Her parents hadn’t come down to lunch yet. The table they sat at was a rotten oak. The spoons and forks and all other utensils were made of some low quality metal, whatever was cheapest at the market. It seemed as if their father didn’t want to lower himself to wooden ones yet wouldn’t pay enough to get some quality silverware. The kitchen was on the far right of the house, if you were facing the front from the outside. Off to the left of it was the den, which had a stair against its back wall that led to the attic, or Enrehe’s room. If you continued to go left you would hit a small hall. The hall had two doors on it, one to their parents’ room, and one to the room Nenia, Menos, and Siern slept in.  

         Their house was very small. It was one of those houses that on just a normal day you’d rather be outside. Its wood was mostly rotten; Nenia didn’t know how it was still standing, not to mention it leaked terribly. Her father had built it when he had originally started the farm.

         The farm had been an incredible undertaking, and many called him crazy for it. A pack had been made, between around fifty farmers, to start a farm of mass production. It was decided that a group would work for a few years and then it would cycle through. As you could imagine many were suddenly skeptical, some died off and others left to pursue their own affairs. Soon the one hundred former workers had dwindled to around twenty. The remaining twenty held strong in their agreements, and soon they began working. It took ten years for them to clear the farmland, around thirty acres; it was mostly infested with trees and ivy. Soon time and the danger of their labor killed half of the twenty men.

         After ten years the work was finished and they began to work the ground. Another five years went by, and in that time Siern and Menos were born. After that for, a mysterious reason, the other ten men stopped working. It was around the time when Nenia and Enrehe had been born. Suddenly the men began to rant about how the farm was cursed and if Jeshiy didn’t leave they would force him to, or kill him. Jeshiy refused to leave and a fight soon ensued. The fight was in private quarters so no one ever knew how the battle took place except for that ten men and Jeshiy entered the building, and only Jeshiy had exited. When the villagers went in to investigate they found the ten men dead, without any puncture wounds.