Untold Secrets

Chapter One

Alice ran steadily for her dear life. She weaved through the forest with wide alert eyes, dodging trees. Fall leaves full of vibrant colors, crunched beneath her tired feet and dirt smeared on her heels as she attempted to run faster. Tall trees that stretched to the sky casted a shadow down to the forest ground. Then Alice couldn't take it anymore.

She finally stopped running altogether. Then she pressed her back tightly to a tree, hoping it would work as a hiding spot. She hovered her left hand over her mouth and slowed her quick and loud breathing. Her lungs burned from the inside out.

The distant sound of horses echoed through the field in a threatening sound. They were getting closer, and Alice Newbury physically could not run anymore.

She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly. Her fear began to rise quicker than she imagined. She swallowed and her eyes peeled open with terror.

Then Alice heard a threatening voice resonate through her ears. "You can't run forever!" It was Ezra, he was trying to find Alice. Alice is believed to have killed over fifty royal guards. Her body shook and she closed her eyes again. "We will find you Alice!" His voice seemed more farther now, like they were losing her trail.

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After losing the royal guards, Alice walked slowly through the forest. Through intelligence, Alice decided to avoid the path at all costs. She knew it would only help the royal guards find her. So instead, she walked through the tall thick grass and went around trees. The wind weaved through the branches, causing a few beautiful orange leaves to fall peacefully to the forest ground. As she stepped into the moist soil below her feet, mud squished in with her black worn out boots.

The temperature quickly dropped and it sent an odd shiver down Alice's back. She raised her brown hood over her head, the hood came down and over her long brown hair and covered her eyes, only her pale cheeks and her lips were showing now. She clenched her hands into fists and buried them deep into her pockets.

As Alice stepped over broken branches that were scattered along the soft ground, thoughts invaded her mind like a deadly disease. She wrapped her left hand around a small pocket knife that was given to her at age twelve. She replayed pictures in her mind, and the memories began to rewind.

She peered up at her father. He had a slightly tan face with facial hair covering his side burns. His eyebrows were bushy. He wore a smile as pulled something from his pocket. It was glistening in the sun and had an engraving in it. two circles, with a plus sign in invaded inside. Alice jumped with glee ad he flipped the switch blade out to show her just how sharp it really is.

Then she snapped back to reality.
The ground beneath her became a hazy blur as her tears flooded her eyes. She blinked away the tears and continued walking; stepping and snapping branches every so often. Her cold hands only wrapped around the switch blade tighter. Not only was it sentimental, but it was her only weapon she had on her. Alice walked with pride and carried herself with confidence. She pointed her chin up.

Then she slid her hood off her head. A small house, built from worn out and dirty wood. The door was painted a horrific color of red. She was home. Well, the closest thing she could call home.

Alice sighed then approached the horribly colored door. As she entered the house, she kicked off her boots, causing mud to be smeared in front of the door. Alice acknowledged the mess she made, but ignored it altogether. She snatched a box of matches from the small shelf next to her. She then lit the match to watch it burst into flames with a beautiful orange. She lit four candles that were spread throughout the small house. The candles let of a illuminating color that streamed across the walls with an inviting vibe.