Merlin's Short Story: Amelia And Alli

After Madeline finished her tale, she started to sob. I followed her outside and I watched her solemnly climb into her car and slowly drive away. Then, it started to rain. It was a few minutes before I even took notice of the rain. By that time, I was completely drenched. That’s when Alyssa ran into me and pulled me inside the church to dry off. While I was drying off, she told me her tale with my brother…

Looking back no one truly knew when the world had begun to change. The once blue sky was now a grotesques grey, the sun no longer shined bright in the sky, nor did the cotton clouds float freely through the sky. The air was barely breathable as many of the forest trees had either died out from pollution or had been cut down to provide the ever growing population within the past century. The life of luxury meant having air filters circulating though out the house making breathing much easier for those who could afford it.

Annabella teaches Kira a few things about dyeing her own threads but later dies. At the end of the story, Kira finds out that her father is actually alive, and she meets him for the first time. In this essay, you will read about the main conflict, the setting, about the characters, and some of the fantasy elements that were used.

Amelia's right foot always took the first step, followed by her left. Trees towering over her, a cold breeze blowing through the tree foliage, a gloomy fog sounding her. A defining screech is heard through the relatively soundless forest, Amelia catches a glimpse of bird with feathers black as the darkest night. It glides for branch to branch gradually getting closer. Until it goes in for the final swoop, when it is but a few mere metres away from Amelia, her eyes jolt open and the homily atmosphere of her bedroom fills her senses. It was just a dream, like every night, alas Amelia still couldn't figure out what it meant, but it had to mean something, right?

“But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who all of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence. She could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted her body to the surface of the water.

“the last name is scratched off.” Without any trace of who it belonged to, Erin felt like she had to personally return it. Following the glimpse of light, she headed towards Hartman Green. Although she hated the rain and the dampness it caused, she was thankful this time, for every spot of the that the flashes of light had crossed over became dry instantly. As Erin approached the top of the path, she caught sight of who she believed to be Leah. “HEY!” She shouted. Leah disappeared in another beam of light. Beginning to become paranoid, Erin maniacally scoped out all of her surroundings, trying to see where Leah might have gone. She saw nothing. “Something is weird about here too…” She thought, trying to find out what was. After a little while she noticed the inconsistency. What used to be a nice brick red covering the bricks of Stager and the bookstore had since bloomed to the shade of a maraschino cherry. “Leah.” She derived. “This has to have something to do with Leah.” Not wanting to lose Leah again, she broke down the path towards Stager, which was unusually empty as well. Once more, she followed the dry path, which was slowly becoming harder and harder to distinguish. “I can’t let her get away this time,” Erin thought. “when the sun passes overhead I will have no guide.” She followed the path all the way up the steps of the bookstore, now searching for the same strawberry-blonde hair she caught a glimpse of earlier. As she entered the

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

“the last name is scratched off.” Without any trace of who it belonged to, Erin felt like she had to personally return it. Following the glimpse of light, she headed towards Hartman Green. Although she hated the moist air and dampness from the rainy night before, she was thankful this time, for every spot of the that the flashes of light had crossed over became dry instantly. As Erin approached the top of the path, she caught sight of who she believed to be Leah. “HEY!” She shouted. Leah disappeared in another beam of light. Beginning to become paranoid, Erin maniacally scoped out all of her surroundings, trying to see where Leah might have gone. She saw nothing. “Something is weird about here too…” She thought, trying to find out what was. After a little while she noticed the inconsistency. What used to be a nice brick red covering the bricks of the bookstore had since bloomed to the shade of a maraschino cherry. “Leah.” She derived. “This has to have something to do with Leah.” Not wanting to lose Leah again, she broke down the path towards Stager, which was unusually empty as well. Once more, she followed the dry path, which was slowly becoming harder and harder to distinguish. “I can’t let her get away this time,” Erin thought. “when the sun passes overhead I will have no guide.” She followed the path all the way up the steps of the bookstore, now searching for the same strawberry-blonde hair she caught a glimpse of earlier. As she entered

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

“At least let me stay the night. I’ve traveled for days and need to rest. I will leave first thing tomorrow morning.” A moment of silent hesitation is the only reply. Nathan hears a quiet “fine” before the girl sheaths her sword in the blink of an eye. Her gloved hands hold onto the hilt of the sword, he notices, just in case. She seems to hesitate again before waving at him to follow, leading into the deep woods. It takes but a few moments to see the homely shack, smoke exiting through the makeshift

With a trembling nod, Aileen turned and started going back the way they had come. They snuck past the guards stationed periodically through the forest and fled into the night. Days passed and neither one had said more than ten words. The two girls were traumatized having just watched the only home they had ever known be overrun, so they were not watching where they were going. All of a sudden, twenty Dark Knights leapt out of the forest, swords swinging towards them in a deadly

Two minutes. All views simply fading from her mind into thin oblivion as her eyes focus on the rich soil path leading to the train station, always crowded by ghosts with no conscience; however, now the ghosts are transparent as no one is present. Walking towards the isolated tree, Adriana stands in perplexment as to why her true love is absent. A moist drop lands on her cheek, as a metallic smell arises opposite of water from rain. Her hand leads up to wipe the liquid, as a sharp intake of breath is audible when wide emerald eyes meet a blush red rather than clarity- A sharp hum fills her mind, starting gradual but heightening in sound, piercing ferociously through her ears, and numbing her mind. Her airway blocks as if someone has sharply dug their hand down to her soul, and latched onto her heart. Adriana’s chest heaves up and down rapidly, struggling to allow the once sweet air within. Hesitance clouds her conscience, as her eyes hesitantly trail to see the source of the bloody rain that falls from the sky. His round nose, his dusky complexion, frilly careless hair, black pants that cling to strong legs, and a white stained shirt that fills with winds that once were familiar. Her thoughts only stray to denial and nothing

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

The door shut behind him and Georgaina walked down the steep, grassy hill. She was near the bottom when a pain, familiar to her, ripped through her abdomen like a dull, serrated knife. She collapsed, gasping for breath and clutching her stomach. Slowly, after what felt to her like hours, the pain went from a sharp knife to a dull ache. Tears had filled her eyes and she blinked them back as she stood cautiously, not trusting her own legs. She took a deep breath, and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to get to the forest that lay around the hill. Her head pounded, but she figured she would worry about it

She slowly lifted her vision from the ground up towards the view of the forest. As she moved her head from side to side she looked in wonder at her surroundings. All she could see expanding right in front of her eyes was a beautiful crystal clear water hole with waterfalls rushing in from either side. Behind this amazing waterhole towards the right there was yet another exit out of the forest, although this one seemed different … it lead towards her street that she last remembered living on. Annabel seemed very relieved to see this exit but there was something that seemed to stop her walking out into her freedom. The thought of leaving the forest meant she would say goodbye to her parents for good. Annabel couldn’t bear to do this; she couldn’t live with herself if she knew there was something else she could do that might reunite her with her