The Forgotten

Chapter one: That Bloody Town

The townsfolk hate me. I don't know why they hate me, but they do. Maybe it's because I'm different from everyone else. My mother taught me well and one of her main life lessons were to nevet let anyone push me around... Yet she would let father boss her around. He would come home drunk every night after working at the Ghetty's farm. They were such a bad influence on him. The Ghettys are a family of five. They were probably the richest in the town.

One day, mom disappeared and left me alone with father. He was devastated and his drinking only got worse and worse. I couldn't stand being in that house anymore so I spent most of my time at the library across town. All the girls in town think I'm weird because I know how to read better than most boys... But little did they know reading was the only thing keeping me sane. All they did was follow what any boy told them to do such as "do the dishes" or "shine my boots". Most boys found me mysterious and odd.

Mr. Kenningsworth said that I should get married so I don't have to depend on my father all my life. He knows I don't like my father very much but I don't want to be stuck with someone I don't love forever. Although there is this one guy who is completely crazy over me. I think that's another reason why all the girls in town hate me; they're jealous. Donovan is a brute and enjoys disrespecting women, including myself. He insists on me marrying him but i would never... Just the way he talks to me makes me feel sick to my stomach.

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I hold tightly onto my book as I jog through town. My long brown hair flutters behind me as I walk through the crowd of people walking down the stone road. I run up the pathway and dart into my house, shutting the door softly behind me. I turn and examine the small house to see my father shoving stuff into a bag.

"Father, what on earth are you doing?" I set the book down on the small cabinet next to me and walk up to him, peering over his shoulder. He doesn't turn around but elbows me away so I move next to him and watch him pack the bag. He looks over at me and clenches his jaw.

"I'm going to England to sell the crops again," His crystal blue eyes look back down at the bag before he closes it and hangs it from his shoulder.

"Are you taking Arwin?" I look down at my feet as he rushes out the door. I follow shortly behind him and he unties his horse from a post, getting on the brown and white horse.

"Yes! Bloody hell, I'm not walking there!" He hisses and rides off quickly on Arwin. I cross my arms and watch as he rides around the bended street. I sigh and look down at the chicken walking at my feet. I pick it up and stroke my hand on its soft feathers. It clucks and squirms out of my grip and runs away. I walk back inside and pick up my book and sit down on a wooden chair at the kitchen table. Just as I open the front cover, someone knocks on the door. I rest my book back down and stand up, opening it the door. Donavon immediately stepped through the door.

"Hello Isabel." He greets charmingly and I cover my face with my hand and sigh.

"Please get out. I need to get going." I turn away from him and grab an apple from the table and start for the door but he steps in my way.

"What if I don't leave?" He grins, crossing his arms. I brush past him and continue walking down the pathway and started down the road. There was nothing for him to take anyway so it didn't matter.

It was about midday when the sky turned dark and gloomy. I could hear thunder rumbling in the distance, but there was no turning back now. I continued walking though the woods towards the inevitable. I needed to get out of that bloody town. It was growing darker and darker by the minute and should rain at any moment. I grab the apple from earlier out of my bag and take a bite out of it. The sky lights up briefly with lightning and thunder rolls loudly. Everything seemed fine when I stop at a large fallen tree blocking the path. I look around, unsure of what to do. Father couldn't have possibly gotten over that with Arwin. I turn left and follow a trail of trampled bushes and leaves. The hovering storm- An omen of pain.

Rain starts to down poor out of nowhere. Lightning struck constantly; Each time it grew closer and closer. I started to sprint down the path. I had no idea where I was going but I needed shelter desperately. I could barely see where I was going but I still continued to run. I slow down to a stop, panting for air as I looked around at my surroundings which was nothing but trees. I have to keep following the path. I start to sprint down the path again when my foot gets stuck under a root and I trip forward. I quickly get up, now soaked from the puddle before I start running again.

The temperature was dropping drastically. I was only wearing a cold, wet, short sleeved dress. I continue down the path as the rain turned to snow. Why was is snowing in June? Suddenly, a loud, unhuman like roar pierces through the air. I spin around to see a great brown bear charging at me. I turn quickly and run down the path.

"FATHER-" I scream out, knowing that he was probably miles from here. I feel my feet give out below me as I begin to roll down the hill. I land with a loud thud. I wince, grabbing my head softly as I open my eyes to see a man in a full suit of armor towering over me. It was silent besides the wind pushing the snow through the trees. Neither of us moved.  Neither of us said anything.