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A little girl of about eight or nine in a red floral dress ran down an uneven pathway, one that had stood for many years and had seen many things. Tallgrass had made itself visible by growing in a diagonal direction directly feeding into the trail.
She skipped, the bizarre texture of the grass now and again brushing against her knees. Another silhouette approached her from behind a tree. A young boy. He wore shabby dirty coloured, ripped in places and patched up in others. His hair was a long greasy black mop and when he smiled at the young redhead who happened to have been passing it showed a few missing teeth and a large gap in his front ones.
The girl was frightened, to say the least, and stopped dead in her tracks to give her full attention to the boy. "Oh! How you scared me!" She said placing a hand across her chest.
"Oh sorry" he mumbled.
"No need to worry! It's not your fault." She replied cheerily. "I'm Margaret nice to meet you" Margaret extended her hand warmly and the boy took it without hesitation.
"Oísin, and the same to you" he replied courteously.
She giggled. "Well, what are you doing here all by your lonesome? I was just on my way to the stream, my family and I are to go on a picnic"
"Oh well, I don't really know in all honesty. I was looking for some food but I seemed to have lost my friends while walking around this area" he sighed.
"I can help you find them!" Margaret spewed brightly.
"Oh really?! But weren't you supposed to go to that picnic?"
"Never mind about 'that picnic'" she said waving a hand in the air. "I wanna meet your friends!" She laughed.
She took his hand and pulled him back up the opposite way from where she had been heading. The two searched for around one hour before finally running out of willpower and sitting down tiredly.
From afar two figures stood hidden by the tree's heavy shadows. Both held masses of red curls and glowed a tinge of blue. The older of the two, a woman who looked in her mid-thirties kept her eyes focused on the girl who sat beside the boy far away from her. The younger one who had the appearance of an eleven-year-old turned to her older companion and whispered quietly. " I think she's ready"
"Oh, you do now?" The older one laughed. "She merely offered to help another boy in need"
"Yes but at her own risk" the other replied knowingly. "she'll be in trouble for not showing up on time to the picnic"
"Alas we shall see, we shall see. No doubt that girl has a bright future ahead of her"
~authors note~ Hehe this is a really short chapter that has nothing to do with the plot at the moment but I'm too tired to completely finish like the first half of the civil war chapters and edit them and stuff ahhh. But I told myself I would post once a week and here is my entry lmao. (I will most likely delete this chapter later or make it better)
