The Silver Fox

Chapter 7: Annalisa

I sit on the lush grass and pluck a ripe raspberry from a bush within reach. I am glad to have some time alone after reading to my little sister and tucking her in.

My guards signal to me that I should hurry up.

I brush the grass blades off of my dress and walk up to my hut. I built it myself to prove to my parents I am responsible enough that I can have my own place. They have professional builders and furnishers at their fingertips, but I am content with my cozy little mud cottage. The only item that I accepted from them was the soft and plush bed.

I wish the guards goodnight, and they lock my door from the outside, not to keep me in, but to keep anti-Benies who might try to hurt me out . . . well, maybe a little to lock me in. I am a well known trouble-maker in our little village and always in trouble for something or another.

I put my ear against the door and listen for their voices to fade. I then pull away my carpet and open the makeshift trap door to reveal a dark gaping hole.

Five minutes later I lift the grate and crawl out. All is quiet except for crickets in the distance. I sit next to the mare's stall and gently whisper praises until I feel her mental presence.

Yes

"I was wondering if you got a look at the man who attacked you and Nathanial with a sword"

It was a tall man, about 18 hands tall, who had a phoenix tattoo around his eye that only showed up when he gripped his sword. This was like no sword that I had ever seen. A phoenix followed its blade. The wings are the hilt, the head the handle, and the tail and fire on the blade. Since I am a horse, I cannot see color, so I don't know any better way to describe him or his attire. I hope this helps you!

"Thanks! I will be back in the morning to get you out of this sty for a few hours."

I start back into the small tunnel.

I push the wooden door up and lift myself onto the edge. Looking down, I see my muddy and tattered night gown and sigh. I drag the carpet back over to its spot.

I take one of the buckets of water that was set aside for bathing in the morning. I strip off my torn nightgown and throw it into a bush. I then pour the cold water over my naked body and watch the dirt run down my legs. I wring out my hair and twirl it on my sholder. I stand outside on the secluded patch just outside my hut. A semicircle of rocks surrounded by thick bushes. I enjoy the privacy of this small area and stand out here for a while and allow the wind to dry off my body. I stare into the trees above and watch the beautifully colored birds soar above.

The cool sheets feel soothing as I crawl into bed, all clean. I twirl my silver hair and for the millionth time imagine that it was blond again.