The Willow Tree

The girl, sat under the willow tree. Her head on the bark leaned back, and her eyelids closed. The barley fields were at full bloom, as were the wheat and corn fields. The girl was tired from a days work of milking the cows, feeding the chickens and walking the four dogs. The other two dogs were with the girls father, who was herding sheep. The girl had light hazel coloured hair, and two grey eyes. Her face was always pale, and no freckles could be seen.

The wind blew gently in the garden, the willow trees leaves rustled and fell. The girls eyes open slowly, even when nothing moved nor did someone call her name. She girl slowly rose, she eyes unblinking for a few several seconds. She brushed the crumbled pieces of leaves off her clothes, she looked around the garden. The grass was high and a golden brown colour. The bushes were wild and green, birds flying in and out of them.

Summer was showing everywhere around the farm house, the girl smiled. Her cheek slowly went pink, but faded. She heard a scream in the house, not a hurt scream. A scream meaning her mother was home, the girl hesitantly went into the house. Her mother was drunk, she watched as her mother swung a cup at the mantle of the fireplace. Her mother noticed her, she grabbed a fork and threw it. It hit the girls arm, the girl didn't flinch. She just watched her mother in horror, she heard two dogs barks. Thank god, the girl though to herself.

The girls father, had come back. He heard the commotion, he hurried inside to see his wife throwing items around the room. He looked at his daughter, his look turned into a glare. He went to his wife, she punched his arms and punched his chin. The girls father started pulling his wife into their room, he glared at his daughter once more.

"Why're you just standing there, you useless girl." He snapped, his eyes blazing.

"I didn't know what to do, she threw a fork at me. And it hit me." The girl whispered.

"Don't waste your breath, go to your room raven!"Her father growled, while he continued to drag his wife into their room.

"But-"The girl began.

"I SAID GO!"Her father snarled, his face red.

The girl whimpered, she hurried past him. To her bedroom, she closed the door. It was usually open, as the dogs go onto her bed. She sat on the ground, she wrapped her arms around herself. Looking at the door, expecting her father to burst the door open and beat her. She looked at her bed, the two collies were sitting on her bed. Their tri-color fur, full of twigs, grass and hay. They were panting, the heating wasn't on but the tempter was scorching.

The girl carefully opened her window, her eyes grayer then usual. Her eyes full of sadness, anger but mostly she was scared. But also confused, why was she born into a family that hated her. Her mind was full of many thoughts, when her door was burst open. The girl jumped out of her skin, she looked at the door. Nothing was there.

"Wind."The girl told herself.

The sun was setting, sending a pinkish purple sky over the land. The clouds were a purple colour, and the sky was a pink colour. The mountain had looked lonely in the day time, but the sky and clouds sent a type of shadow that casted over the mountain. The river was sparkling, while the sun set. And the sun turned into the moon, the girl watched, with awe. Her eyes sparkled, until the dogs whined. Sensing something, the girl turned. She went to get bed, sitting on it. She leaned back, her eyes glanced on the old border collie that looked at her, with loving eyes.

"Dew, will I survive this. A daily beating, hard work. Nothing changes."The girls face was on Dew's back.

"I don't know, but I hope you and old digger get away from here. I hope that I too, get away....."The girl drifted off, mumbling things in her sleep.

Soon the girl was awakened by a tap, tap, tap on her window. The girl glanced at her window, she pulled her tired body from her bed. She went to the window, her eyes glancing down it. A boy, around the age of eighteen was glancing up at her. His skin shimmered a the moon light, he was no werewolf or vampire. But he wasn't human either, this shocked the girl only slightly.

Vampires, werewolves, and other mystical things were real. The girl had never seen anything like his boy, ruffled hair, black cold eyes, wild red and black hair and pale skin. He was probably a wizard or something. Maybe a sorcerer.

'Oi! Can I come in deary?'He asked, climbing up the house side.

The girl hesitantly opened the window. The boy climbed in, it shut went he got in. She backed away from him slightly. He raised an eyebrow at her, slightly an amused look on his face.

'I'm not going to bite you, am I? No.'He chuckled.

The girl shook her head, she chewed her lip. Watching this boy, with no interest at all. 'Who are you?,' The girl asked him, tilting her head.

'Hershel. Hershel Williams at your service Madame. And you may be?'Hershel asked back.

'Emerald.' She replied, not looking at him.

'Emerald, what a name.' He mused.

'Why are you here Hershel?'Emerald asked him, disliking being in the same room as a strange man.

'I was looking for a place to hide. The council are after me, they figured out my secret.'He replied, glancing at her.

'Your secret?'She muttered out loud.

'I'm a sorcerer deary.'His smile turned into a wide grown.

'A sorcerer?!'She squealed falling over, his hand cupped her jaw and mouth.

'Ssh!'Hershel growled.