I stood dumbfounded on the steps of the palace. Was that really him? I broke out of my stupor and ran up the steps to go and find the one person I could trust.
I slammed through the kitchen doors.
"ANDER!" I yelled, storming through the kitchen, searching everywhere for him.
"He's in the stables, m'am!" Mrs Woodley, the head chef, shouted to me as I ran past her. I thanked her quickly as 8 headed towards the stables.
A boy about a year older than me stood at the doors of the stables. He had short brown hair and eyes of glittering saphires.
I snuck up behind him and jumped onto his back, knocking him to the floor.
" Deaaav! What are you doing?" He growled, cheeck pressed to the floor.
I smiled cheekily. He was going to get a huge shock.
A/N:
Hope you like the story so far.
I wrote this a long time ago ;)))
~Ron
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The Phoenix
أدب المراهقين"The truth can never be erased, it can only be changed by creating the illusion that it was never real in the first place, by making people disbelieve." Burning. Flames. Fire. I am the fire, the flames that burn under the night sky. I am the wildfir...
