A Story to Share

Hello readers! I have been working on a new story, and

I thought I might share it with you all. :)

For some of it I have used the challenges I am giving everyone

for the CACAWC. 

Please give me comments and feedback. 

I do accept constructive criticism. 

Chapter 1

Why me? I thought.

Why was I the one they tortured?

Couldn’t it have been someone else?

I heard Celia’s voice in my mind. “No,” she said. “You are the only one strong enough to bear what they imply. Anyone else would die in a matter of minutes. Stay strong…..” Her voice faded away.

I sobbed. I wished I could overcome my misery and defeat them; to find a piece of happiness in life. But now, my last ray of hope was almost gone. I had begun to believe that I would never defeat them; exactly what they wanted me to believe.

“There you are.” I heard her say. But I paid no attention.

“I thought I might find you here,” she continued. Celia gently lifted me out of the tree. I tried to hold on, but she wouldn't let me.

“There, there. Don’t cry child,” she murmured, pressing me close to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

Celia carried me to a nearby rock and set me down.

“Tell me what you saw,” she said, tilting my chin up.

I looked into those beautiful green eyes. Her high cheek bones and pale skin. I saw the dark, luscious waves of hair, and I suddenly felt compelled to tell her everything.

“Horrible sights,” I whispered hesitantly. Celia had a kind of power that made everyone want to tell her about everyone and everything. Sometimes they even fell before her feet.

“Everyone dying.” I continued. “And everything was real!” I began to sob once more.

Celia stood-up and began to pace. I watched her through my wet lashes.

“I have made a decision.” She said finally. “We are leaving.”

Tears stopped rolling out of my eyes. I was stunned.

Celia was my protector, my friend, and I trusted her. But this?

“You said we should never leave.” I stammered, my voice shaking. “You said that if we ever did, they would find us.”

“So I did.” Celia said. “But that has changed. If we leave soon, and stay in the shadows, they won’t be able to.

Zilla,” she said, sitting down next to me. “Something has been lost. It is very important. And we need to retrieve it.”

“What? How? Where? When?” The questions bubbled out of my mouth.

“Now,” she said.

I hope everyone enjoyed!