Wassup everyone? How’s your day goin’?
Today, I’m posting my entry for Loren’s CWWC, for the eighth challenge. I had originally written this for the seventh challenge, but unfortunately, I was unable to finish it in time. So I’m adding on to it so that I can do the eighth.
It’s pretty long, because I want to include a lot of prompts in there. The reason for that, is because I have missed about 4 challenges of this competition and I feel really bad, so I wanna make it up to my teammates. 🙂
Note to Loren: Loren, if possible, I would like to include the entire story with all its parts as one entry for Challenge 8. I used 4 prompts from previous challenges in this part. And don’t worry, I will be using some of the prompts from Challenge 8 later in this story.
Aria forged her way through the dark midnight against the howling wind. She held her torch high, casting what little light it could on the barely visible path she followed. The wind whipped at her cloak, rummaged the arrows in her quiver, causing them to clatter against each other with a soft tapping noise of wood against wood.
After many hours of traveling, she came across a small two story house. She felt along the walls, until she reached a very poorly-supported window. The wood that was nailed onto its outer rim was very old and frail, rotting from all the weather it had to sustain.
With one swift swing of her small tomahawk, Aria broke it open, revealing a dark, cold, and musty room within. She climbed through and jumped lightly onto the ground without a sound. She walked through the room—which was more like a closet—and towards what lay beyond in hope for supplies and maybe even food.
What she saw past this closet was something quite different though.
She went into what must have been the living room of this small house, and at the far end was a door and a staircase.
On the door were about ten deadlocks and cruelly scratched words, “THE WORLD’S NOT SAFE ANYMORE”. But she wasn’t paying much attention to that, as she saw some slight movement on the staircase behind the scratched, dented, and dangerously leaning banister.
With her tomahawk ready, she slowly creeped towards the staircase, but there hadn’t really been a need for either of those actions.
For she saw three little girls, sitting on the bottom four steps.
Dressed in rags and boots too bit for their skinny little legs, they looked up at her with their bright, sparkling, frightened blue eyes, the only thing shining from their dirty, muddy faces. As soon as they saw her, the taller one—whom Aria presumed to be the oldest—quickly stopped whispering what she was telling the other two and wrapped her arms around them.
Aria knelt down so she was eye level with them and spoke gently, “Hello, who are you and where are your parents?”
The oldest’s voice shook and a scared look was in her eyes, but she still thrust forward her chin and spoke with brave words.
“Don’t touch us! Our parents will be coming to get us soon.”
Aria had to admit, the girl was quite courageous considering their circumstances. With a sigh, Aria pushed herself back up and went around the house, looking at what was left. As she walked through the rooms, she found crazed writings all along the walls. Aria shook my head sadly as she realized that the girls’ parents had gone crazy with nervousness and fear.
She then went into the minuscule room you could call a kitchen. Inside, she found a beat up table with only three legs, and two broken chairs beside it. A counter stretched along one wall with a scum-filled sink on another. She didn’t bother looking through the cabinets for any food. She never did if there was someone dwelling the house she was scavenging in.
Aria did though find a piece of paper with scribbled writing on it nailed to the table. she leaned over and found it was a page from some type of journal. Most of it was gibberish, but there was one paragraph underlined and circled:
This place is too dangerous.we cant find food or water anywhere.its time to go across the Borders and look for a place to live there. But the children cant go with us.we have to leave them here or they might die from the journey.if anyone ever finds this please take care of our children. We may never see them again.
And it went on to ramble about some crazed way to boil grass so it was edible. Aria felt so saddened for these children. No one ever comes back if they stray past the border. What lies beyond is unknown. She looked again at the journal entry, and it was dated over 4 months ago.
How had these girls survived all alone for that amount of time?
She walked back to them and knelt down once more.
“I’m Aria. Can you tell me your names? I promise I won’t hurt you.”
The oldest looked so frightened. By the look in her eyes, Aria could tell she was fighting a battle. She finally just caved with relief.
“I’m Esther.” She pointed to the middle one, “this is Jasper, and she” Esther then guestured to the youngest, “is Lilly.”
Aria smiled at all of them.
“Listen Esther, Jasper, and Lilly. Your parents won’t be able to come back for you here. I’m going to take you someplace safe that they will be able to find you.”
Aria lied to them because she couldn’t bear to see their faces if she told them what really happened to their parents.
With a reluctant nod, Esther gathered her sisters up and said, “You go ahead with Aria, I’ll go get our things.” She then continued to go up the stairs to whatever lay beyond.
She came back down with a little cloth bag clenched in her hands and two threadbare blankets. She wrapped a blanket around each of her younger sisters, and then hoisted Lilly onto her back. Aria in turn took Jasper’s hand and they set off back into the wilderness.
Hope you liked it. 🙂
Part 2 will be coming tomorrow.
Also, any feedback? It’s very appreciated. 😉