Enya McLain
I’m a wannabe author whose trying to get some writing practice in before writing her first book.
Enya McLain
I’m a wannabe author whose trying to get some writing practice in before writing her first book.
I’m a wannabe author whose trying to get some writing practice in before writing her first book.
I’m a wannabe author whose trying to get some writing practice in before writing her first book.
Aileen stood next to her betrothed, Prince Fionn as they heard the trumpets blare, signifying their arrival. Her dress, which was a gorgeous emerald green thing flowed around her, and while she should’ve been pleased to be next to her betrothed, she was about to see her one true love, her husband die. Husband. It was word that should’ve have made butterflies rush to every part of her body, should’ve made her feel light and loved. But now, when she heard that word, she only felt dread. For a brief moment she allowed herself to close her eyes, to marinate in the mementoes they had made together. Her, riding through a field with him at her side, both of them laughing A picnic, underneath a willow tree by the Constaine River. He had made all her favorite foods, and they tasted twice as good because he was the one who made them. Him laying on her lap, as she quietly wove daisies through her hair. Her sobbing as she’d told him that she was to be married within the month. He’d constructed a plan for them to run away and to elope. Her father had found them. He always found them. And her husband had been sentenced to death, and her to lifetime of slavery. She opened her eyes and the bright sun streamed in all at once, and the shouting of well over 1000 people flooded her ears. She could smell the stank of them as well, and wrinkled her nose. Executions were always her least favorite part of being a princess. She shoved thin strands of leather colored hair out of her eyes as the trumpets blared once more. The world fell silent. The bird stopped chirping, the wind stopped running. And her husband was lead out by the guards. His friends and brothers. She could already feel the tears welling in her eyes. Her father cut to the chase and began naming all of his crimes. “ I sentence you, Malcolm McCormick to hanging for kidnapping the princess, abandoning your post, and treason. Do you have anything to say?” King David boomed. “I will always love your daughter, Aileen McCormick. For now and forever.” Malcolm replied. Aileen looked away from the stand, tears already falling out of her big, brown, doe eyes. She could barely hear the rest of the execution, and she only looked back when she heard the cheers of the crowd. They all looked up at them, and she let them see the tears of grief rolling down her face. Fionn took her arm, and firmly led her off of the balcony and into the castle. His strong arms gripped her as he hugged her. But as soon as the doors shut, she pulled out of his embrace and rushed up flight after flight of stairs and into her room, where she grabbed her wedding band off the dresser, and sobbed for the rest of the day.
I sprinted through the dense pine forest, in search of something, anything. I could hear the drone of searcher planes and frantically searched around for a hiding place. Following closely behind, my ears caught the sound of shouting. The watchers. They had earned their name from always watching the citizens of her country to make sure that they were always following Odiea’s strict rules. For example, a burrow neighbor had run out of the little water that he’d had for the week, and he’d rushed to the factory to steal some. He had been dragged back to our burrow and had been neutralized on sight while we had to watch. Water was the more scare of all our resources and was tightly controlled. Family’s were given a couple liters a week, and it was strictly rationed. I had 2 older brothers and when my mother got pregnant, I knew that in order to survive, I would have to run. Family’s weren’t allowed to have more than 3 children, and everyone in my family would be killed as soon as my mother had the baby. She was too weak to get an abortion, not to mention that my father wouldn’t let her. My family be damned, I needed to survive so I could see what was out there. I was not going to throw my future away, because my parents failed to follow one simple rule. So I had spent weeks saving away clean water (I had nearly fainted of thirst a few times) and good, packing it all away in my school bag. Also packing in a change of clothes, a lighter, and a kitchen knife, I had made a plan to escape. I discarded my government required bracelet that I was sure had a tracker. And at 11:00 an hour after lights out, I had slipped out of my window and run. Little did I know that the window had a alarm that would sound if someone slipped out of it after lights out. So I had spent the past 4 hours running, only taking the occasional break. Back in the present, I could hear the droning and shouting getting closer and closer. So I poured all of my speed into my legs and ran. I made it about 10 meters, when I spotted a waterfall. Water! I would’ve screamed with joy if I hadn’t been worried about the watchers finding me. Desperate to lose the watchers, I stupidly decided to see if there was anything on the other side. To my surprise there was! It was a spacious cave with plenty of room for everything I would need. I waited for an hour until I could no longer hear the droning or shouting. I shouted with joy, and raced to the waterfall and drank to my stomachs content. I unpacked everything I had brought, and crawled out to get some leaves and moss for a primal bed. I changed as to not get sick, and fell into the best sleep of my life. The next morning when I woke, I ate some of the crackers I had brought, grabbed the knife, and set out to find a way out of the cave that didn’t result in me getting wet. Eventually, I found a path that led outside, looking around, I decided that I would stay here until I got used to living outside, and the search for me ended. I knew exactly what would happen. The entire town would attend a ceremony where they would review all my accomplishments and then they would sing the song of mourning. Shaking that thought out of my head, I went back into my waterfall to plan out my next move.