Often times when I'm alone, my mind conjures up the image of the pale white moon. It's large, so large that it looks as if it could swallow dear little Moonacre in all of it's entirety. And then I feel the crushing weight of water, swirling around m...
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Hey guys! I'm super excited to share my story with you! This is my first story on this site, so go easy on me! Quick disclaimer: I do not own the picture above, or the cover of this story. Also, I do not own the Secret of Moonacre characters, duh. Now that we have that out of the way, here we go!
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My reddish hair blows in the breeze, tickling my milky white skin.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the sun's rays shine down on my face. My back presses against the rough bark of a pine tree while the fresh breeze reminds me of the near beginning of the summer.
The sharp yet sweet scent of pine rouses me into another bout of lazy thinking, face dusted by dappled sunlight and dark shadows from the towering trees.
Years have passed since the day I saved the valley, and I am now seventeen years old. With time I matured, gaining a golden hue to my hair and a more womanly body that was still lithe enough to match my elvish face and high cheekbones.
I had finally grown- now reaching a "towering" height that Ms. Heliotrope... or should I say Mrs. Digweed, although she prefers Mrs. Heliotrope- has measured to five feet, four inches.
I'm still quite a bit shorter than Uncle and Loveday, who's wedding ceremony had taken place when I was fifteen years of age.
My beloved pony Periwinkle is still as feisty as ever, and Uncle's mount has not changed in his steadfast loyalty either.
I sigh, twirling a curl around my finger. Often times when I'm alone, my mind conjures up the image of the pale white moon.
It's large, so large that it looks as if it could swallow dear little Moonacre in its entirety. And then I feel the crushing weight of water, swirling around me.
My hands frantically try to swipe the pearls off the bodice of my dress as the cold waves push me down further. My lungs cry out for air but I still plummet to the bottom of the dark ocean.
When I'm finally forced to gulp down the salty liquid, I'm at peace- serene. And everything fades to black...
Suddenly, a thump scares me out of my recollections. Tanned fingers cover my mouth, and rough hands yank me up from the ground.
"Don't move." A gruff voice hisses in my ear.
My heart begins to beat quickly, thumping wildly against my ribcage. Pushing against the hands, kicking and shoving blindly, I try to escape the grasp of this stranger.
The voice- it sounds familiar... almost exactly like the voice of-
"Robin!"
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