• The Streets
    chpt.1

    I move swiftly, dodging everything in my path. Around trees, over rivers, through caves. I come to a clearing, stopped in my path by its famiarity. I look up, three hawks are circling above me. Everything is perfect. Everythin is like it was on that day. I turn my head sharply to the left. I can't but help walk curiously to the ruins of the Gondormian Castle. So many memories whir in my head. I am forced to sit. My mind gains control, and I am able to recall a single meory.

    She was a child. An innocent child. With orange hair that swayed when she walked. Raised when she jumped. And flew when she ran. It was so vivid. Like I could touch her if I reached far enough. I saw her smile. A delicate smile. As if it could shatter at one word. So I kept silent. I wanted to hold her and wrap her in my arms. But I knew better. I could hear the splash of their horses' hooves in the river which I had crossed moments ago. I stayed low, and whispered to the imaginary little girl beside me. "Shhhhhh." I said. The girl obeyed. The horses went by. But I id in the shadows. There was one soldier a few feet behind me. I was pulled in to my wonderland where I could once more be with the forotten.

    BACK FLASH

    "Monica, wait for me!" I returned to my childhood. I knew this was only temporary. But I lied to myself and covinced my self that this was reality and before was maginary. Oh, if only it were true. The sun had begin to set, and the sky was filled with brilliant hues. Fireflies dotted the atmosphere. After a long day of playing in the streets, Monica still had the energy for a race home. Monica was her name. A name given to her by the most beautiful angel of all. Mother. It sang a song in your head until you were forced to leave her side.