💫 Starburst ⭐️

Starburst; Part 1

Authors Note:

Hello reader! This book is dedicated to all who keep dreaming and fighting back, like the bullied, dreamers, stargazers and all believers and lovers. Keep on dreaming, loving and being you!
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                                                                                        Prologue
"She will be the one," the woman's dark silhouette shadowed down to the fireplace. "But she's too young!" The man paced, father to the child. "Without her, there is no hope!" The lady moved around, worried now. The man opened his mouth, but the door banged open.

The woman took the babbling two year old in her arms, and leapt down to the trapdoor. She put the baby safely in, and escaped up, back to her husband.

But she was too late. For herself, and for him. She sobbed silently, and she slowly perished.

Shrivelling up into nothing, the woman's remains disappeared into the ashes of the fireplace.

  The Life Of Lacey Moore
 
Lacey woke up, a bird sitting on her cheek. Startled by her opening eyes, it chirped and moved away. "Hallo birdie!" Her long auburn curls cascaded down to her elbows as she got up, orange in the bright light. She got up and took out her bow and arrow. She had crafted it herself, with the finest of wood, birch wood.

She'd then rubbed dry berries on it, to make the colour bluish purple. She'd had the arrow ever since she'd arrived in the dark forest four years ago.

Lacey was six now, and alone.

Her parents had deserted her in the forest, where she couldn't survive. How she survived remained unknown to everybody. Lacey's beautiful coffee skin shimmered in the sunlight as she crept beneath the vines covering the little jutting out part that covered one of the many places she slept in.

Lacey had nobody, unless animals counted.

Then, she had plenty. A fox dived from under the bushes, watching Lacey move. "Hello Rayon!" Lacey waved at the little baby fox, who started playing with a twig. As she went further down, she passed an oak tree.

The oak tree had a hole, covered with termites now. This oak tree was where she was left when she'd first arrived. Lacey didn't remember that day now.

She skipped down to the river running down, passing in between the trees like a forked path. Lacey sipped it's cool water and kept going, eager to see where she'd appear. Lacey didn't really have anything she wanted, she walked through the forest in day, sipping through the cool streams and resting in the shades of the beautiful trees. She knew all types of poisonous berries, and medical plants as well.

At night, Lacey would find any place that would do for her, and she would sleep there. As living in the forest, she didn't know how to read or write, but she could speak marvellously. Lacey usually wore three outfits.

She had crept inside a tailors shop near the city close to the forest. She'd then taken fabric and sewn clothes, but after three clothes, the tailor started coming in so she ran back to the forest with the three outfits. You could call it 'stealing.'

There was overall jeans with a pink ruffled shirt. On it, she'd sewn little buttons to look like daisies.

There were tights with a purple dress, not too frilly though.

And finally, there was a black and white striped t-shirt and jeans.

She stopped, reaching a cave, small, but could get bigger, she noticed.

She walked inside, turning and twisting at each corner. Lacey didn't care if she got lost. She'd always find her way back. But Lacey had all her flaws as well. Not many, but enough to be called a human.

After all, she was six.

Oooh!" Lacey's voice echoed through the cave. She'd found a beautiful amethyst, and she dug it out with a twig. "I could find some string and tie it to make a necklace..." she thought. Lacey didn't know yet, how painful it was to not have a family. The forest was her family. Or so she thought. To go deeper or to not, the forest would soon turn against her.

And it wouldn't end up pretty. Not one bit.