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The clouds grow dark and hum of light rain. The village quiet and the Borrowers tucked away, hoping to be protected from the rain. The river nearing to its edge of flooding, the town is quiet, but stands on their toes keeping a look out for danger. Arwena rests upon her chair, the fire crackling and her golden hair lumonessing in the fires dim light. She writes into her journal..
Journal entry of the 5th of thee Spring.
Weather is drowsy and rain threatens our village of relocation. Mother conducts me to stay inside. My village issuing guards to stand watch of it, alert. I personally think my people are over estimating the power of a little water, Would love to be guard can you just imagine it all they would call me "Arwena the fierce" I think it has quite a ring to it. The last few days of spring has made my village ready for the perfect borrowing, I told mother my idea, this however was a mistake. Now she is watching my every move and making sure I " stay in order." whatever that tis to mean. I must not frolic now, my ink is low.
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Arwena closes her diary, the soft cover rustling and crinkling as she closes it. Arwena sips her tea, looking up at the daisies she decorated her room with, their petals perfectly flat, the inner of the flower smelling of fresh dewy sap. Arwena feels a sudden pick up of wind.
"ARWENA?!" Her mother calls from the kitchen.
The house shakes and rattles, the wind screaming through her ears.
"MOTHER?!" Arwena makes her way to the kitchen. Her mother holding onto the cold stone walls.
"Arwena we must leave! Our village is under a flood!" Her mother says panicked and stressed.
"Mama-"
"NO TIME, NOW GET YOUR BUNDEL!" Her mother screams as another gust of wind knocks open the door, water seeping into the house.
Arwena searches her room in search of her bundle, mother screams again. Arwena grabs her journal and a bag, the house beams shaking aggressively and cracking, the house was going to fall. Arwena runs down the hall, her mother grasps her hand, the water now up to their knees. They run outside in seek for help, a sudden tied pulls over Arwena, she looses her mothers grasp and screams.
"MAMA! - MAMA! M-Am"
She stops, the world slowly fades to black, as Arwena watches her mother get swept away from her.
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