Cindie was wandering through the forest, one of her favorite pass times. With her skill, it was always fun to explore, climb trees, and talk to the animals. She was happy with her gift and she was happy with everything. Cindie thought she had a good life. Most 16-year-old girls don't feel that way, but Cindie was a truly joyful person. The only thing that made her sad was the King. Unlike most people who disliked the King, he made her sad, not mad. Cindie's best friend was the prince, Dimitri. Dimitri had always been kind to her, and before his mother died she had been a regular visitor to the King's palace. Sadly, when his wife passed away, the King shut off any of her friends and started being harder on Dimitri. The King wasn't very kind to Dimitri, and when people weren't kind to her friends Cindie felt sad. Therefore, the King made her feel sad.
As Cindie bent down to pick a flower, a Knight came running through the forest. A Red Knight, those were rare. The Knight stopped to rest on a bench just behind the bush she was hiding in.
Cindie built up the courage and whispered, "Hello," to the Knight.
"Who's there," he asked and turned around. To Cindie's surprise, the Knight was a she, with long eyelashes and raven black hair down to her shoulders.
"I'm sorry to have startled you, I'm Cindie Bunn."
"Oh it's just a girl," she said and relaxed. "I'm Italzi, sorry but I really must be going. If Gold Knights come by her please don't tell them you saw me."
"Okay, are you a criminal?" asked Cindie.
"Well kind of, I guess. But I'm being accused of something I didn't do and don't know anything about."
"Well I understand," said Cindie, "If they're being unjust I won't say a word, I swear."
"Thank you," said Italzi and she started to leave.
"Wait," called Cindie. Italzi turned to look at her, raising one eyebrow. "Do you need a guide? Because if you do I know my way around the Kingdom pretty well, and I don't really have a life around here and it gets boring and lonely and I don't want you to get bored and lonely, so I think that maybe, if you want me to of course, I could come with you?"
"Wow you talk fast," chuckled Italzi. "Well sure, why not."
"Yay! Thank you!"
"Don't mention it."
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Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
