The Plop Tart War

Luggage

Father was furious. They would sleep in separate wings, under guard at all times. They would eat meals separately. They would never see each other, except on holidays, where even then they would be under close watch.

Kale and Alita used to have adventures in the library together. Now, Kale went there when she was loneliest. It gave her feelings of peace, love, and solace. As she browsed the castle's many shelves, she wandered to the corner, as she always did, where she used to sit as Alita would read to her. There was a book on the floor. It had not been there the day before. She smiled and wondered if her sister had left it there this morning in the hopes that she would read it. She opened it up to the last chapter they had read together as children and a piece of paper slipped out.

"Meet me in the kitchen at midnight- A."

Getting there wasn't hard, she waited until dark, then used the secret passageways that only she and her sister knew about. They hadn't been using them lately, because if father found it, he would destroy the tunnels and they would never be able to secretly meet each other again.

Kale silently pushed out the panel that opened into the kitchen, crawled out, and then returned it to it's place. She quietly slid to the floor out of shock for what she saw.

Alita, with her back turned to her, was filling a sack with food. She had two other sacks lying next to her already full of clothing, food, weapons, and other items. She was preparing for a long trip away from home and was not planning on coming back anytime soon.

Alita turned around to see young Kale's eyes watering. The two sisters came and hugged each other tightly as tears streamed down their faces. They did not let go for a very long time, but they both knew it was the only way for Alita to be free. Kale would be the new Queen. Alita would be a rogue, forever on the run. They could never see each other again.

That was the sisters' final goodbye.