That one odd day

The Waterfall

     The night was silent - all except for the wind. A tall man who had the air of unkemptness because of his shaggy beard and toppled crescent-moon spectacles made his way into the hollow deep woods.

      He limped a bit, mostly due to the not-so-bad injury he had had with his right leg the other day, but apart from that he seemed quite strong and healthy. He was a man in his late forties with nobody left for a family but his seven-year-old daughter whose eyes greatly resembled his.

      Their eyes, which seemed to be changing colour every now and then according to the climate and seasons, always remained mysterious to anybody who knew them - not just because of how strange they were but also due to the fact that this one of the only things that was common to the father and daughter. They were extremely unlike each other way: looks and personalities..

      The man continued into the forest with his crooked leg until he reached a beautiful fountain in the heart of it. He smiled greedily to himself and reached out his hand. But what was this! Some kind of unknown magical force blcoked his hand from touching the water, and pushed him down to the floor. He fell heavily with a thud on the ground.                                                         

      Upset but not surprised, the man got up and pulled out some sort of tiny magnet which lay in the right pocket of his trousers painted in red for people to mistake it with clay dough which children play with.

      From there on he didn't have to do much, the magnet flew out of his hand attracted by the huge force from the depths of the waterfall. There came a small sound like thunder striking, and the marble floor on which the waterfall had stood all this while, slid open.

 After this the magnet slid back to the man's hand who now looked really greedy - it had done its job..

 

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     The sun shone brightly and the birds chirruped happily - it was morning. Amidst the village stood an old cottage. It seemed to be built from strong teak wood with its roof being decorated with whole garlands of raspberries and fresh smelling roses in between to add to its beauty. Behind the cottage was a narrow road leading to the nearest town in the right, and towards the left was a steep marshy land leading to tiny ridges at the top of the hill. The 'Sun Hill' people called it, as one could view the sunrise the earliest every single day, just by standing on top of it.

     In the cottage was a pretty young girl dressed in a scarlet blue gown, with her thick black hair being left open and curled up, reaching down her shoulders. Alesha was bustling about with her everyday morning chores of gardening, washing slightly ripped apart clothes for probably the hundredth time, sweeping the floors, cleaning the dishes and finally - preparing breakfast! She tried to do most of all this everyday, until her hands no longer wished to work and her mind decided to give up on its job..

     It was a Saturday and she would probably head to the market downhill during the late afternoon with her so-called father. It wasn't really like she hated him. Its just.. after being blamed for the reason her mom was no longer alive; having watched her dad go drunk and beat up her brother so much once that he actually died, it was hard for her to believe that she was still living with him - that she hadn't runaway. Atleast, not yet.

   Time passed away quickly enough the way it usually did, and before she knew it there was a quiet but sharp knock on the door twice. Unenthusiastically, Alesha walked towards the door but stopped soon after placing her hand on the doorknob. She tensed and quickly enough realised what had happened.

''But this couldn't be,'' she thought to herself, panicking and immediately went over to the centre of the hall, picked up an antique wooden stool, and placed it right behind the front door so she could climb it and take a good look from the keyhole at what awaited her outside the door..