Lost in a Land Far Away

Lost in a Land Far Away

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I stand silently behind a tall, strong tree. I hear my mother talking to my brother, James. I peek my head out but they do not see me. I hear mumbling, suddenly mother raises her voice " I DO NOT WANT ROSEMARY TO FIND OUT... THAT WE'RE NOT HER FAMILY, THAT HER MOTHER IS SOME WHERE OUT THERE! END OF DISCUSSION JAMES!" I could feel myself let out a tear. I could not believe that mother would hide that from me. Well actually, she is not my mother. Why would she keep this from me, I wanted to know the truth about my mom, my life, and me! " Fine mother, I just think she deserves to learn the truth!" Said James " The truth, is pain, wonder, curiosity and DANGER! Rosemary does not need those things in our happy life!" Said the woman that kept this secret from me " ENOUGH! It's my life!" I burst out and yell "Rose-" Mother began " Don't even talk to me!" I said and sobbed " Rose, I am so very sorry!" She said to me " You should of told me!" I cried my words " I'm so sorry Rose!" James looked straight into my blue eyes " It's not your fault, you wanted to tell me.. Thankyou!" I smiled " Yeah, you did deserve to know!" James smiled and hugged me " Yeah.." I hugged him tightly and then I let go and walked away As I walked, I thought about what my mother was like and then I turned back " I'll go get water from the well, it will heal father!" I said and ran to the well with my bucket in my hand and smiled. I know the truth and I will search for my mother as soon as I get the water for my 'father'. I leaned in to let down my bucket when I felt a hand grab my arm. " I'm doing you a favor, just remember.. you might see me in lots of places!" The voice said and laughed " What do you mean?" I asked as he pushed me into the well. I screamed. He jumped in with me. My head banged the stone wall of the wet well. Everything went black......
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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