Ruined

Chapter 5

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Ruined

Chapter 5

Ali jumped; a blood curdling scream met her ears, followed by running footsteps. She quickly rose from her seat and bolted for the door. Swinging it open she stepped out into the open.

Several people were racing past her, men and woman alike; all carrying pitch forks, swords, and torches aflame. They were all headed towards the square. Ali ducked behind a ledge, only to hear them chanting, “KILL HER!” Ali inched along the wall of the shop, reaching the square just as the villagers reached where she’d left Clara.

A small hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a shabby alley. She looked around and saw a small girl standing there, with Clara just to her right. “Wait here Miss,” said the small child, as she sunk back into the darkness.

Ali stepped towards Clara and whispered “What happened to ‘Don’t talk to anybody’?” Clara opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again as the little girl returned, closely followed by their Frisians. “Thanks,” the girls said in union. They each took the reins from the child and stepped into the wide stirrup iron.

They galloped into the square, and then skidded to a halt. The villagers all looked up and glared at them. They all screamed in triumph, raising their weapons.

“Let’s get out of here!” Clara called over to Alethia, but she was one step ahead of her. She urged her horse to move, but he simply stood there, frozen with fear. Clara dug her heels into his sides and he sprung into motion.

Clara quickly caught up with Ali and together they neared the village wall; the townsfolk closing in quickly. The gates were beginning to close. They pushed the horses to the limit, and with one final lunge, they slipped through.

The villagers paced their side of the wall, glaring up at the pair. Their constant back and forth motion was beginning to carve a path on the cobblestone road.

Clara spun her horse around and walked back down the worn path in which they had come. Ali caught up with her as they reached the main travelling road. “What do you think of having a wanted poster of your face all over Romania?” Ali asked Clara with a snarl embedded in her voice.

“I didn’t mean to talk to anybody!” she protested.

“Whatever,” Alethia said as she quickened her horses pace. They rode in silence. Clara’s eyes bored a deep hole in the back of Ali’s progressing head. They grew further and further apart.

The sun was starting to set, but not even then to Alethia stop. They continued to travel deep into the night. Their breath hung thickly in the air, quiet remained dominant. It was a moonless night, and cold easily overtook the girls. As they sat atop their horses; their teeth chattered, Goosebumps arose on the pale skin of their forearms.

Clara halted her horse, and threw the hood of her sweater over her head before continuing on. She’d tilted her head down, but looked up in front of her just to see Alethia’s shadow disappear down below the crest of an upcoming hill.

*

As Ali slowed her horse to a complete stop, Clara caught up to her. Ahead of them stood a large mountain range. The tall, snow-capped peaks hardly visible in the thick cloud cover. As the dawn light crept its way over the horizon, Ali spoke. “Welcome to Bulgaria.”