Post by Luke on Aug 17, 2011 19:07:19 GMT -5
Chapter One
Winter sat on the bar stool in the shop. she was waiting for her dad to come back from the store. she swun her legs and made the chair spin. she giggled. she stopped when she saw some one at the door.
"hello? you need help?" she asked.
a stranger came from out of the shadows.
"yeah..... i do"
winter smiled and put her elbows on the counter.
"whadaya need help with..." she said in her 8 yr old voice.
the stranger gave an evil smile. winter looked around but no one was in the store. the stranger grabbed her arm and she screamed.
Mr. kelvin, winters dad, had just left the groceries at the house whenhe heard a scream from his store. he began running.
"winter?!?!?!"
winter was kicking and screaming. she hit the man hArd in the gut. the man yowled with pain. bright purple wings shot out of his back. he increased in size.
"you know that she needs her..." the man said pointing at winter.
"never..." said mr kelvin.
the man shrugged. "you have not seen the last of me...."
the man said. "khione is waiting..."
with that, he jumped up and flew out the roof of the shop. wood fell all around the father and daughter. Mr. Kelvins had winter in his arms. winter began to cry.
"dont worry winter... your ok..."
"who was that daddy?"
Mr. Kelvin looked down at his daughter's little face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was terrified. He hugged her tighter.
"Youll be ok sweetie... he was just a mean man..."
"Who is Khione?"
Mr. Kelvin looked up at the roof. "She is an important part of your life... but right now your mine..."
Winter sat up. It was just a nightmare. She shookher head clear of sleep and put her blanket around her shoulders. When she was eight, what had happened in the nightmare had happened, but it always leaked into her dreams some way or another. She shivered and went downstairs. She looked at the clock and sighed. The nightmare always woke her up at about four every morning. She made herself some oatmeal and sat down at the table and watched the snow fall from the window. She loved living in the mountains in Canada. She started eating her oatmeal. Seven years later, she was still a small girl. She never understood why. Her dad was a huge man with big muscles. She must have gotten it from her mom. Her mom. She had asked her dad if she would ever know who her mom was. He had hesitated and told her never to ask him again. Then he asked her to go to the store to get some fishing line. She hadn't asked him again. She finished her oatmeal and washed it in the sink. She got dressed and looked out the window again. She smiled. It was still snowing. She went to the door and opened it and stepped on to the fresh snow. One of her favorite things about snow was that it was so beautiful to be untouched by anything. She walked on the snow and looked back at her footprints. She smiled and looked at the view. Their house was on the second floor of their store. The store was about a on top of the foothill. The foothill was the foothill to the tallest mountain in Canada. From here, she saw the valley lit with moonlight with little houses and fresh snow blanketed the roofs. She put her hands in her pockets and started for a walk. She loved to walk down to the lake that flowed through the valley. She had found a spot a long time ago that was only known to the animals. As much as she knew, it hadnt been found by any one else. She trekked down the hill and went to the lake. It was fast flowing and didnt have much ice in it. An occasional chunk of ice would drift by but other than that, it was safe to boat in. She followed the river a bit and went through a patch of trees. There was a little cove with actual sand. The beach around here was basically just pebbles. When she was younger, she had learned how to be as silent as falling snow. She had watched lots of animals come here to drink. She sat and looked at the full moon. This was the only place she ever felt safe. People made her nervous. She put her arms aroind her knees and rocked back and forth. She hummed random quiet notes. She closed her eyes and felt the snow caress her face. She took off her hood and let it fall on her hair. She closed her eyes again and fell asleep.
Winter sat on the bar stool in the shop. she was waiting for her dad to come back from the store. she swun her legs and made the chair spin. she giggled. she stopped when she saw some one at the door.
"hello? you need help?" she asked.
a stranger came from out of the shadows.
"yeah..... i do"
winter smiled and put her elbows on the counter.
"whadaya need help with..." she said in her 8 yr old voice.
the stranger gave an evil smile. winter looked around but no one was in the store. the stranger grabbed her arm and she screamed.
Mr. kelvin, winters dad, had just left the groceries at the house whenhe heard a scream from his store. he began running.
"winter?!?!?!"
winter was kicking and screaming. she hit the man hArd in the gut. the man yowled with pain. bright purple wings shot out of his back. he increased in size.
"you know that she needs her..." the man said pointing at winter.
"never..." said mr kelvin.
the man shrugged. "you have not seen the last of me...."
the man said. "khione is waiting..."
with that, he jumped up and flew out the roof of the shop. wood fell all around the father and daughter. Mr. Kelvins had winter in his arms. winter began to cry.
"dont worry winter... your ok..."
"who was that daddy?"
Mr. Kelvin looked down at his daughter's little face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was terrified. He hugged her tighter.
"Youll be ok sweetie... he was just a mean man..."
"Who is Khione?"
Mr. Kelvin looked up at the roof. "She is an important part of your life... but right now your mine..."
Winter sat up. It was just a nightmare. She shookher head clear of sleep and put her blanket around her shoulders. When she was eight, what had happened in the nightmare had happened, but it always leaked into her dreams some way or another. She shivered and went downstairs. She looked at the clock and sighed. The nightmare always woke her up at about four every morning. She made herself some oatmeal and sat down at the table and watched the snow fall from the window. She loved living in the mountains in Canada. She started eating her oatmeal. Seven years later, she was still a small girl. She never understood why. Her dad was a huge man with big muscles. She must have gotten it from her mom. Her mom. She had asked her dad if she would ever know who her mom was. He had hesitated and told her never to ask him again. Then he asked her to go to the store to get some fishing line. She hadn't asked him again. She finished her oatmeal and washed it in the sink. She got dressed and looked out the window again. She smiled. It was still snowing. She went to the door and opened it and stepped on to the fresh snow. One of her favorite things about snow was that it was so beautiful to be untouched by anything. She walked on the snow and looked back at her footprints. She smiled and looked at the view. Their house was on the second floor of their store. The store was about a on top of the foothill. The foothill was the foothill to the tallest mountain in Canada. From here, she saw the valley lit with moonlight with little houses and fresh snow blanketed the roofs. She put her hands in her pockets and started for a walk. She loved to walk down to the lake that flowed through the valley. She had found a spot a long time ago that was only known to the animals. As much as she knew, it hadnt been found by any one else. She trekked down the hill and went to the lake. It was fast flowing and didnt have much ice in it. An occasional chunk of ice would drift by but other than that, it was safe to boat in. She followed the river a bit and went through a patch of trees. There was a little cove with actual sand. The beach around here was basically just pebbles. When she was younger, she had learned how to be as silent as falling snow. She had watched lots of animals come here to drink. She sat and looked at the full moon. This was the only place she ever felt safe. People made her nervous. She put her arms aroind her knees and rocked back and forth. She hummed random quiet notes. She closed her eyes and felt the snow caress her face. She took off her hood and let it fall on her hair. She closed her eyes again and fell asleep.