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Our small cottage could hold one small bed, big enough for only one person. Before my father grew ill, we used to take turns. Now my mother and I formed a silent agreement that we would sleep on the floors until he got better. If he got better.
“Elliot?” he whispered when I entered the bedroom.
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“I don’t see why I came to the outskirts of town instead of my uncle’s tower,” Teagan huffed. “And yet, you’re here,” I pointed out unnecessarily. “So, how did you know my uncle was hiding something?” she asked. “It was… I don’t know, just the way he fidgeted. There was something off about him.” “That’s… not evidence. Okay, look, what do we know for sure?” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. For a brief second, I felt her pain. Then my thoughts drifted to my dad. I can’t imagine a world without him, without seeing his smile or hearing his laughter. It would all be gone if I didn’t do something.
“Teagan,” I slowly said. I sat there dazed, wondering how many times I would meet Teagan under unexpected circumstances. It was astonishing how our paths kept crossing.
From behind the bush, I could see Teagan dismounting her horse and moving towards a grave. It was on the richer, more wealthy side of the cemetery, where the councilmen and their families and such were buried. I swung my sack around as I strolled through the roads. The miller and his huge storage house were located in the town square, amongst the well-known shops just bustling with villagers. Already there was quite a crowd… more than I thought there would be. I was earlier than normal today, coming directly from the courthouse, and apparently, everyone else was to… His face was swelled with a terrifying, eggplant purple color. “S-sir,” the sandy-haired boy stuttered.
Farmer Kalor turned his attention from me to him and gruffly said, “Well? What is it?” “This boy was trespassing, I caught him,” he said. I was tempted to retort that he was sleeping on the job, but it wouldn’t really make much of a difference. I would just be getting him into trouble, and what good would it do for either of us? 3/6/2018 1 Comment Chapter One: Thievery & Cows The colors of the evening sky lit up the dark valley where the small city outskirt villages slept and the vast farmland stretched to the horizon. It was a tiny but nice place, where houses were tucked under the rolling hills and endless farmland. Beneath the peace that seemingly cast a layer of mist over the village, was an unrest that stretched throughout the land.
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AuthorsKaylee C. (Cow Chron. and TSC) Archives
September 2019
CategoriesAll Harry Potter And Prion X Snowflake Chronicles The Cow Chronicles This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. |