The sun shines bright in my eyes. I wake up and next to me is Emma, wide awake. "Wake up Amber. Today you said we would go fishing." She said. "Yes we will, let me wake up first Emma." I say. Emma was a 7 years old with silky brown hair. She was so excited that I was going to teach her how to fish. She thought that I was just being a good big sister, but I wasn't. The real reason was that one day I wasn't going to be there to feed her. I was all she had, and being all alone in a random swamp in Marthland, was not easy, I should know.
Our parents both drowned in a flood. I still remember the day, Emma was 8 months old and I was 8 years old. Mama told me to be strong and to never cry. I never did cry again. Papa died trying to get Mama after she fell in. He died as soon as he reached her. But I'm okay now.
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swamp runners
FantasyAmber is an average 14 year old in the Marthland swamp when she comes across the mysterious secrets hiding in the swamp. Meanwhile Emma a typical 7 year old, is trying to allow Amber her older sister teach her how to survive the Marthland alone, or...
