The day came and went and eventually, I was here. I arrived to the place I now have to call home. The town of Recolta. I've only just arrived and already I can tell my time here won't be very eventful. We got everything from the ship and chucked it into the carriage. We then took our seats in the carriage and soon strode of to the new house. As we strode away I noted everything in my head on what I could hear, the sounds of the wind brushing against the side of my face and the clattering noise from the horses hooves as it pulled the carriage behind it. The people's conversations and tiny children constantly crying. Market people shouting and almost every time we passed a pub, men constantly shouting at one another. 'She's my god damn wife in the first place!' one man had said and another man had responded to his words with what could have been said in a more mannered way 'well you 'aven't done a good job with that 'ave yeh'. Recolta in its own way I guess is fascinating but it seems pretty off here. At least something seems dodgy anyways. As I keep noting in my head everything in my head Steffan Lowick had been trying to get my attention for who knows how long now.
"Ms Clarance! It's time to go, we have arrived!"
"Oh. Of course sorry Mr Lowick, my minds distracted"
"It's ok Ms Clarance but we really must be heading inside"
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The Hidden Secret
AdventureCamila goes on a wild trip travelling very far and as her journey awaits her she has a lot to learn and when she finds out the truth about her past, her friends find out her hidden secret.
