I hate the shadows.
When I first met him I knew that was all he was.
Darkness.
I try to hide in crowds, he demands attention in them.
He hates me, and I try to hate him too.
He says I'm the match that lights up his darkness when all I've done is to...
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This is the coldest winter it's been in years in the Kingdom Avion.
I don't think we will last the winter without food again.
The lakes have frozen over into a barren of ice and snow, and the animals have retreated. The cold breeze of winds bang on the windows, the shutters fly at their intensity. A shiver rolls through my body. Shops are opened more this year to get money to purchase food. They didn't know how it felt to starve. And when you starve, it drives you to do things. The hunger drove me. I'd starve, then let my sisters starve or find out a way to do a little something else for food. It was my duty, I knew how curious they were. The little twins who used to climb trees wanting something more, a better life.
The outcasts shake their cup in passerbys face chanting their hoax of another world, something beyond the wall. I never believed them but I listened. But people don't pay them any attention, they never pay the outcasts attention. Not people different from them, people like me. I notice they walk past beggars dying on the street like there's just wallpaper merely attached on the wall. I tie my thick leather boots sliding the white wool coat I've had when my father bought it for me for Christmas, against my shoulders, my blonde hair almost silver, the tousled curls cascades down my back in a tight braid. I look around before calling out.
"Arella, Astoria! I'm leaving to town, maybe to find some animals, prepare the stew on the stove, don't wait up, I'll be back later, I'll bring back your favorite." Arella runs out of her room at the sound of my voice. She looks at me, her brown eyes fluttering as she clasps her hand together giving me the biggest puppy eyes even dad can't resist. I groan softly looking at her.
"What is it now, Arella?" She wiggles her eyebrows, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Can you buy me a wool coat? Please Lilith! My wool coat doesn't fit anymore, it's so rugged and tight." She whines, I cross my arms over my chest trying to muster up a stern look. "You know I'd have to sell extra rabbits at the shop today, you know how it gets in the winter. There's less animals to hunt, and we need the extra money for dads medication. But I'll try I can't promise you anything." I say, my tone filled with sadness, I don't know when dad's depression got worse.
He spends all his days in his room now, it hurt me more than mom's death. Atleast then I didn't know the woman, but my dad. He was there, he was the one who tied my shoes and fed me soup when I was sick.
I stepped out of the cabin, the cold wind assaults my face little flutters of snow delicately fall, landing on my head so different unlike the aggressive winds. A flush trails up my neck to my nose, the deepfog extends over the tree line making everything past my eye view a blurry mist.
