"Petite go to the wods on the other side of the lake." My mother whisperedto me, "You will find your father." she continued making my head spin. "GO!" i couldn't help it. "Now!" she said. "Wake up and gooo!"
I woke up in cold sweats. "Mom mush you always torment me in my sleep?" I said aloud. I got up and looked at the alarm clock on my bedside table. "Five in the gosh darn morning? Mom are you crazy?" I yelled again. I got up any way, I was only in my bra and underware but i didn't care. I filled Mu and Charlie's bowls with their break fast and made myself a bowl of oatmeal. I added a ittle cinnamon for some flavor and ate until it was gone.
I walked into my bathroom and looked at my relfection. A short girl, who had blonde hair and golden brown eyes was looking at me. My muscles were just the way I wanted them, I was strong, but not hugely looking. I then noticed my tattoo, I had just got it done a few months ago. It was a branch like thing that had flowers and leaves scattered all over it, and four butterflies, around it. It was on my left side and ran from jut under my breast to my hip, and was often seen when my shirt would ride up.
I got into the shower and washed away the tirdness from my body. I washed with my favorite vanilla shampoo and conditioner. I then lathered my body in my strawberry body wash. As I got out I put my hair into a bun and stretched. I walked over to my closet in my room. Well actually my room is basically the kitchen and the living room. It was like one big room. I got a howl from Charlie and I gave him a glare, but still smiled. "You little pervert!" I said as he wiggled his brows.
I got dressed in my favorite forest green jeggings, brown tank top, and brown combat boots, most of my clothing was earthy colors. I then grabbed my favorite dark brown zip up sweater with whit fuz on the inside of the hood. I grabbed my dagger and put it into my boot. "You never know when someone is going to attack you." I said. I looked at the two animals who were stairing at me and I was waiting in the door way to go out, "Well are you coming?" I asked them. They both got up and ran into the boat. It's not often that they get to go out.
When I was done tieing the boat to a tree I saw something out of the corner of my eyes. Charlie growled and got into a pouncing position and Mufasa came over to my feet scared. I knew something was there so I bent down to make it look like I was fixing my shoe, and I grabbed the sharp object out of my boot. I heard the words go to sleep from above me and then someone jumped on top of me. I quickly flipped us over, I knocked the knife out of his hands and held the dagger up to his neck as I straddled the person.
He was a boy, who looked to be my age. His skin was pale, almost as pale as mine, and leathery. His eyes were black rimmed, like his eyelids were burned off, and his irises were almost black. What had caught my eye was his mouth, it was carved like the jokers, from the edges of his mouth to his cheek bone. "You look just like his wife." He whispered in a deep voice. The wind blew and I noticed his black hair, which was long, it looked to come to about his shoulders. "What are you talking about?" I asked him taking my dagger away from his throat.
"You need to come with me." He said getting up making my fall on my bum. I squeaked a little and followed him, my two companions behind me. "Why do I need to follow you exactly?" I asked. "A woman visited me in my sleep last night, and told me that a girl who looked just like her would be in the woods, and to take her to the mansion." I perked up at the word mansion. "You do look just like her, only her hair is brown and yours is blonde." He seemed to mumble to himself.
We walked up the stairs of an old, abandoned looking, mansion. Was this really it? Every step I took up the porch stairs there was a creak. I noticed how tall the building was. It was about three or four stories, and the porch had high ceilings. The boy walked into the house and i followed, making sure not to close the door on my animals. When I turned around and looked at the house I gasped. It was gorgeous. It wasn't at all shabby, or run down. I smiled, it was a gothic looking house with really tall celings, suddenly making me feel smaller than I already am.
