BY EDEN ROMBERG
SWIFT WIND sneaked
toward the exit “Another successful trip!”
She headed to door, but a noise stopped her. “Where are you going?” Ever Green stepped into her way “Sister” “Get out of my way, you trader!” A wave of guarded sadness washed over him.
“Swift Wind, I needed to!” “For what? To
kill your own mother? And you didn’t think for a second that she was my mother
to!” “It’s my duty!” He grabbed her arm, and tried shoved her in
the prison, and he did, with much trouble.
He ran out, slamming the door behind him, and broke down in tears.
* * *
It was cold, dark,
and terrible. She had never been caught before, and it was a humbling
experience. As a spy, she was very well taught, and she did not panic. She
remembered Coach Jagged Bird’s words. “Panicking
is worse than giving yourself away by going out and screaming at the top of
your lungs” So she carefully looked at her surroundings. It was a huge
place, with walls that must have been fifty feet high. Dead bugs littered the
ground, and an assortment of Elf bones. Those made even Swift Wind shudder. “You cannot be scared, you must not
panic” she told herself, but she still felt herself shiver and begin to fret.
“Stop it!” she repeated again and again. She studied the room once more, and
saw some old boxes and rope. She started to calm down. I can get out easily with those, wait, too easily. She began to hyperventilate. They must be watching me! Swift Wind cried. She had never done that
before, and in the past, she had many reasons to. Like the time her mother died
because of her brother, when, at eight years old, she had been shot by an
arrow, that’s how she lost her right hand, and her baby sister was kidnaped,
and never seen again. So, at first she didn’t know what was happing. When she
realized, she slapped herself. Never cry,
it makes breathing harder, she scolded, then, what will I do? If only Ever Green just let me go, I would be at camp
right now, probably having dinner, telling everyone what I learned! What did I learn? Other than how much
food they have in stock, not much. She walked around her prison, to the
boxes and ropes were sitting. As she examined them, a hissing sound came from
one of the crates. A snake’s head poked through it. “Argg!” she screeched, and
jumped back, hitting her head on something, and the world went black.
It
was Sweet Leaf! Her little sister! But she was tied to a tree, like the ones
they lived in. “Moo-Maa!” she called, that was her name for Swift Wind. She
raced toward her, but was stopped by Ever Green. “Don’t touch her!” She raced past him and stopped by the
tree. Sweet Leaf was laughing, holding
out her chubby little arms in happiness. “Moo-Maa!” She said again, but she was fading. Swift
Wind tried to grasp her, but no luck, Sweet Leaf was gone.
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