Dare

Chapter 1

I trembled on the cold night air. I could see the ship drifting off into the horizon and I could hear the crickets singing a song of sorrow. I felt a chill run down my spine as a gust of wind picked up the leaves and tossed them to the sky, the sky accepted the gift and the sparkling dots of yellow, green, and orange, disappeared into the darkness.
The only light we had was a small oil lantern and the moon, the stars were blocked out by a storms minions who were looming over the earth.
I stood there in my night clothes, watching, wondering. Questions shot through my head the way I once had whizzed past Marta in the annual races. I stood beside her and my mother now, we were all in a trance, until, "c'mon dear let's get you and Marta inside before you catch cold." That was my mother, she had a strong English accent, as did Marta, but not I, I was the daughter of a Scotsman(well and a guess if you count my mother, an English woman too). Anyways, I don't sound like them at all.
Marta and I filed into the small cabin and sat down to eat supper at a tiny wooden table that I had made for us out of some scrap wood.
"Ma?"
"Yes Marta?"
"When is Pa coming home?"
"I do not know dear. The mind holds the answers to many questions, but it does not hold the key to the future."
We sat in silence for a while.
"I'm going to bed." Marta said getting up from her seat.
"Brush your hair and take your medicine!" Ma called up the ladder.
"Yes M'am!" Marta called back.
     We had a small cabin, but it was enough for us, Ma, Pa, Marta, and I. We had adopted Marta when we were three, and you can definitely tell. She was the daughter of an english duchess until she and her husband were lost at sea, so we took her in. Marta is beautiful, she has vibrant curly blond hair, she is tall and has a fair complexion.
I on the other hand have spent my whole life in the sun, so naturally, I'm about as dark as an Indian. I also take after my father in the sense that I have pitch black hair that reaches down to my waist. Fourteen year olds girls didn't ever do much in the colony besides cleaning and cooking, with one exception, me. I was a hunter. My father had taught me to hunt when I was just a child, and boy did I fall in love. The thrill of the wind rushing through your hair and past the arrow as it finds its target. And it always finds its target because I never miss.ever. I love animals and even have one! Her name is bunny, except, she a cat. I found her while hunting a rabbit so I found it very fitting.
I hate killing animals, but I have to provide for my family now that my father is gone so what choice do I have?
     "I'll go to bed now too ma." I said pushing my chair in under the table.
     "Alright, brush your hair and-"
     "Yes I know-take my medicine."
     "Good girl."
I quietly crept up the ladder that led to the loft. I peeked in to see Marta brushing her hair while sitting on the bed.
    "Are you going out tonight?" She asked.
     "Do you want to starve to death?" I said sarcastically.
     "Good point."she replied
     "Just cover for me, ok?"
     "Ok!"
     "Bye!" I said.
     "Bye..." she said but it was too late, I had already jumped out onto the roof from our window and hopped down into a hay sack and then I disappeared into the night.
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