PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FOUR

PROMISES

Pamela tucked herself inside Paul’s armpit who wrapped his hands around her, his eyes on the full moon. His shoulder length unkept wavy hair swayed with the cold breeze. “I’m cold,” Pamela informed Paul.

“I know,” Paul replied, opening his coat allowing her to tuck herself inside it. “You feel better?”

"Uhm,” she replied, with a nod. “Paul, I’m hungry.”

Paul reached his hand inside his coat’s pocket retrieving the few frosty berries left inside. “Here,”

Her head moved from Paul’s chest taking the berries from his hand.  “Yours? Are you not hungry?”

“No,” he lied, forcing out a smile.

She guzzled the few berries on her hands as Paul watched her. She started licking her hands when she was done eating the cold berries. A memory suddenly came to Paul's head.

The turkey had gobbled as Paul and a few boys had entered the shed and found Pamela feeding on the turkey. Feathers had been all over and the bloody carcass in her mouth.  Everyone’s eyes had widened, fear in their eyes.

Paul had quickly rushed toward her and tried taking the carcass from her mouth but her vicious snarl had been enough to let her have it.

“She ate a turkey,” one of the boys with torn shoes had said, his green eyes wide opened.

“A living turkey,” a boy with curly hair had added.

“Your sister is disgusting and…viscous,”

 “Paul, why didn’t we eat that fury creature?”  Pamela’s voice broke through his flash back.

“Tricksters aren’t food, they are poisonous,” he explained. “Plus they are strong, they could kill us.”

“T-R-I-C-K…”

“It’s Tricksters, creatures like those are called Tricksters,”

“Tricksters?”

“Yes, Tricksters,”

“Why are they called that?”

“I don’t know, Pam,” spreading his arms open for her to go inside.

She crawled inside them holding on him tightly. “Horns, Moose, Tricksters,” she said in joy.

“You are getting good,” tightening his grip around her, his eyes on the full moon.

“Paul, where is this Paradise you said we are going to?”

“Far,” he replied.

“Far? How far?”

Paul let out a sigh as he dug his hand inside his pants pocket, retrieving a piece of paper folded multiple times. Pamela moved out from Paul's coat and stared at the map being spread before her.

“Here, this is where Paradise is,” pointing at an island mark with a coal. “Mount Ivy, that’s where paradise is.”

Pamela stared at the map in fascination. “This is where we are, Trankin Mountain,” he explained, pointing at the map.

“It’s not that far,” Pamela argued. “We could just walk there.”

A sigh left Paul’s lips. “It’s not that easy, Pam,”

“Not easy?”

“Yes, we will need to walk to the black river and find a boat,”

“Boat?”

Paul nodded. “A boat that will help us travel through this water to Paradise,” he pointed at the map.

“We get the boat?”

“It’s not easy Pam,” he explained, folding the map back together. “Especially since we are children, no one will just give us a boat… plus going to the black river is very far and dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

Paul nodded. “They are creatures, dangerous creatures on that side of Trankin,”

Pamela stared at him fear masking in her round pale face, with rosy cheeks. “Babar Yaka dangerous?”

“Yes, Babar Yaka dangerous,”

“Then, how are we going to get to Paradise? Are we going to even make it there?” she asked, tears gathered in her eyes.

“We will, I shall think of a safer way there,” brushing her hair, forcing out a smile.

A smile appeared on Pamela’s face, embracing him.

“I can’t wait to get there,”  she said.
Paul’s eyes widened.

“I can’t wait to get there with you,” she said once again.

“Pam,” he mumbled her name.

Author's Note💙

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