The Immortal Princess

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Lizzie Alsop

21/01/2010

Introduction

I have always been a rational, kept together girl. Well, I was, up until my whole town was wiped out by.....well by something. Nobody knows what it was or what caused it, just what happened. Vivid memories wash over me in tidal waves, the bodies of my loved ones as their flesh is seared from their bodies by unseen forces, my utter helplessness as I watch with eyes like magnets to the scene, and a small whimper of a scared, defenseless child.

I wrap my arms protectively around the little bundle in my arms. How could it be that out of a whole town, my baby sister and I would live through it all without a scratch or scar to signify what we had just witnessed.

I was scared and angry at myself. Why was I not able to die alongside my family? I should be with them and not here in this unfamiliar, deserted place still living a life I knew I shouldn't have. But I also knew I had to stay strong, for the child in my arms could not take care of herself.

So abandoning my lonely thoughts, I wrapped us both in a woollen blanket and sat with my back against the wall of an old alleyway in the streets of London. The cold of the stones hit me with a sudden impact before it warmed beneath me, allowing enough comfort for me to drift into an uneasy sleep. The first night of my new life.

A sudden shift in movement caught my attention as I jolted awake, only to realise it was an uncomfortable Miya wriggling in her uneasy sleep. Staring at her face was like watching an angel from heaven. Her eyes fluttered open and I was captured in her gaze. That was the reason I never noticed the nausea creeping into my body.

My stomach churned and before I realised what was happening I softly but urgently place Miya on the ground, doubled over and threw up on the stones. I retched a few times before I got back in control of myself. Wiping away the last remnants of the incident with my blanket, I picked up Miya and cradled her to me once again.

If I knew the reason for my nausea, I would have leapt to my feet and gotten the hell out of there. Only I didn't, which ended my life as a mortal forever.

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