Discovering Andelrosia

Chapter One ~ Running from Avilon

I'm dedicating the first chapter of my new story to Zoey a.k.a. Kissmyoops3 because she's one of my favourite authors on wattpad and also an amazing friend and advice giver ;)

Anyways, she defintely inspires me to keep writing because for a while, I almost gave up. Her works are admirable and I would definitely suggest them!!!! Love you girl!!! <3

Running from Avilon ~ Chapter One

Escaping without Permission 

"Shhh Crystal!" I looked behind me at the girl following us as we walked down the streets of Avilon. Her light blue eyes were wide with a barely contained fear, her pin straight hair fell to her waist, black as the night. I pushed Crystal up against the brick wall and listened for the sound of footsteps. I breathed a sigh of relief as none were to be heard. We continued on, the cobble stone streets rough beneath our bare feet, the light sheath of ice numbing them slightly. June held my hand tightly, and as I looked down at the little girl, her blonde curls bounced slightly, her warm brown eyes looking up at me, frightened. "Its okay June," I told her quietly, trying to reassure her as I pulled her a little closed to my side. 

"Vera, how much further?" June whimpered quietly looking over at Felix who was walking beside her. 

"Not much June..." I whispered looking ahead of us as we continued down the abandoned street. Once this was the town square, once the pubs were filled with loud, rambunctious men, couples roamed the streets, the frames of windows white, the glass clean, the street swept. Once there was a beautiful marble fountain in the center of Avilon. Newspapers were once stacked in front of the city hall, the candy shop door bell used to ring constantly with jolly children that were the best customers for Susan's Sweets. Now, everything was gone. Avilon had been attacked. Half the population was dead - the other half had fled. Crystal, June, Felix and I were the only survivors of Mrs. Herrington's Orphanages. We were more alone then we had every been before. Mrs. Herrington's Orphanage wasn't any ordinary orphanage, it was for the children of soldiers who had no mother. The children whose fathers had left them with no one. I doubted papa was still alive, and if he was, he wouldn't want me anyways. The orphanage had been bombed. I don't know how we survived but somehow we managed. 

My footsteps speed up as I started to recognize our surroundings. I hurried into the back alley just off of Everson Avenue. There, squished between the brick walls of the building, was the wooden plank I'd been looking for: my only hope. I knocked twice, paused, and then knocked another seven times. Our code.

"Please, please, please be there Henry!" I muttered under my breath anxiously. Just then a thundering noise was heard and the wind started to pick up around us and then between the tall buildings that stood back to back on the deserted lane I saw them, the planes. My breath caught in fear and my eyes widened as they lit up the streets with their searchlights from miles above us. I pressed my back against the wall and made sure that Crystal, June and Felix followed along. If the planes saw us, everything would be over. It would all be to late. Nothing we could do or say would stop them from killing us on the spot. Or worse, taking us to their master. 

I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut, never having been so scared in my life. Suddenly the plank behind me moved and I was being pulled inside along with the others. I gasped before quickly covering my mouth with my hand as Henry shut the plank again just before the blaring searchlights scanned over it, the light shinning through the cracks in the wood. My whole body was shaking with fear and as I pulled June closer to me, I saw the silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Crystal held Felix in her arms tightly, his red haired head tucked beneath her chin. Felix was Crystals cousin and only family member still alive whom she knew about. 

My wide eyes trailed around the store, the wooden carved toys scattered on the floor, the porcelain dolls shattered to pieces. Henry constructed children's toy's. At least, he used too.