"Geez, I thought the sea was closer."
Chrystal and Oliver walked through the grass that was beginning to freeze, noticing how as they moved further toward the Golden Sea, the ground changed from grass to dirt and from dirt to sand. Oliver felt his stomach churning as he was getting closer to his destination and friends; it thrilled and terrified him simultaneously. He longed for his friends to make it.
On the other side of the beach, Jack and Annette walked hand in hand, sinking their shoes into the unfamiliar sand. It was cold, and the water had surprised them by getting them wet from walking so close to the shore. They both looked around for Oliver's messy hair, shivering with nerves as they tried to stay positive. Oliver was the strongest of the three; if he had arrived earlier, he would not leave until they were reunited.
"Oliver!" shouted the black-haired girl, unable to remain silent any longer, wandering.
"Oliver!"
Jack joined in Annette's s
Fairy tales always end in a happy ending; girls are taught that love is beautiful and magical from an early age. Everything will always be like a fairy tale... unfortunately, real life is not so magical and beautiful. And not all fairy tales end in a happy ending. "Mgh, agh. " A woman with messy auburn hair was bidding in a latrine, a huge pain in her stomach was killing what little strength she had, and sweat was pouring down her forehead as a symbol of the effort. "Colette, are you still there?" asks a young woman with black curls and honey eyes through the curtain that separates one latrine from another. Colette answered with another moan of pain, digging her fingernails into her legs. She didn't know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity, the dampness of the putrid place coupled with the dim lighting made Colette more nervous. "I told you that you should have taken that infusion; if you had listened to me, you wouldn't tak
-16 years later- Dry blows and slight moans were what could be heard in that humid and grim place. A golden-haired man was concentrating on destroying the boy's body in front of him, anger and hatred blinded him, and he would not stop at any moment. The boy had to die, but before that prize, he had to pay for what he had done, he had taken away the source of his happiness, and it was something Elliot Craig could not bear. -You deserve this, you scum- his large hands grabbed a fistful of the young man's brown hair and lifted him off his feet without sensitivity, drawing another slight whimper from him- You deserve this pain, repeat it! He brought his head down again, roughly delivering a blow to his stomach and ribs. For Elliot Craig,
The three youngsters listened attentively to what a guard with friendly copper eyes was telling them. It was crazy for the three of them to accept the challenge; after all, they had nothing to lose; if they succeeded in getting out of Elliot Craig's domain, they would have the chance to live a decent life like normal people, but if they failed... well, it was certain that they would die and stop suffering for eternity. "Did you understand?" asked the guard, looking at the kids who were trying to memorize the improvised map he had made. The trio nods; although they had many questions inside them, none of them dared to speak without Emer's or any other guard's permission. "Well, you must get to the Gold Star as soon as possible once you are outside. I will be waiting for you there before the first snowfall. I will take you to a safe place," he explains again, wishing the three youths could understand him, "I left the gates half open and disabled the secur
The light of dawn, along with the sound of birds and the slight movement of the boat hitting something, wakes Oliver up, making him close his eyes for a few moments to get used to the strange sunlight. Once his sight adapts to the new surroundings, his drowsy face changes to one of surprise and admiration for the incredible scenery he has never seen before. There were so many colors, so much light, and so much peace that on the boy's lips, a big smile appeared, the first in a long time. Then he felt his stomach churn, and the null aliment he possessed inside was returned to the outskirts of the small boat. His hands gripped the bard tightly as the pain in his ribs and throat made him twitch. Oliver wasn't used to being on a ship, and the constant movement throughout the night had made him so dizzy that he fell unconscious. Once his body gave everything back, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his torn shirt, trying to regulate his breathing. "Hey, what do
Oliver was once again running through the huge streets of the unknown location, being chased by a group of officers in an attempt to find the famous money and The Gold Star. The officers thought he was just another lowlife looking for someone to rob, and Oliver thought Mr. Craig's men had found his whereabouts. The light and activity in the city changed as the hours passed, and that was another factor that had the brown-haired boy dismayed; however, he had no time to admire the city and wonder why the light disappeared as he ran as fast as his tired feet would allow. "Stop in the name of the law!" The ground was also changing; instead of being smooth and rough, it was now uneven; some parts were earthy and others itchy. The huge buildings and noisy cars were gone, replaced by trees and dry grass. The boy was exhausted. Since he woke up, he had not had a great rest, and the wounds caused by that demon were still fresh some of them even opened by the movement i
Raindrops fell on his body, bringing him peace. He had been deciding whether to leave the cave or stay inside listening to the rain crashing, Chrystal Daly fell asleep after introducing herself, and Oliver made a small fire to warm up... however, the desire to go out and enjoy the famous rain was stronger than the tiredness and the cold. The corners of his lips lifted into a smile, and then a light chuckle escaped his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy that he had the urge even to laugh; it was so much better than he had imagined. The sound of each drop hitting the ground irregularly, the smell it emanated, and how soothing it was to his body and soul was a thousand times better than hearing it under the ground. Oliver raised his arms and wiped his face with the water, his hands and arms. "It's even more beautiful than what you told me, mother." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Over here!" Gunshots and screams could be heard all over the place, upsetting the nerves of both teenagers who were running for another exit. They had not waited long when Oliver turned around to escape; they ought to do the same, turning to the right freedom felt closer. They ran towards the boats still being chased by a group of guards who managed to hurt the blond's left arm. "Jack!" shouts the black-haired woman. "Go away!" "What are you saying?" She didn't want to go alone in that boat, she wasn't as strong and independent as Oliver and Jack, she had accepted this craziness because she wouldn't be alone. "Stop acting like a hero, you idiot!" Annette bent down to help the blond stand up, placing her healthy arm around his neck, with the other hand she holds him by the waist and they both move forward a couple of meters before the guards arrive for them. "No!" "Let her go, it was my...mgh!" O
Oliver didn't keep track of how many days he had gone without healthy food and how slowly he was recovering from his last punishment. He was tired, sore, and sick. Maybe, last night he should have slept more instead of enjoying the beautiful, freezing rain. Even so, he had to move forward; he thought that he would regain his strength by eating a little and drinking.When they left the forest, Oliver had to hold back a grunt because of how annoying the noises, the people, and everything around him was. He felt afraid again; there was a lot of light, and he felt all eyes on him. He had to endure it and adapt if he wanted to be free.The way to Chrystal Daly's house was tortuous, and the redhead had to help him in the last meters because his feet could no longer support his weight and the pain in his torso.“I'm sorry,” muttered the green-eyed boy, once inside the house.“Nothing's wrong,” she answered instantly, “I think you sh