Note: This is a Novel I've been working on for about a year now. It is the first book in a trilogy.
[pre]“Wake up! Wake up!” The harsh whisper resonated in Markali’s ear. Her warm breath left a tingling sensation over the tip of his ear. “Wake up, Mars! We need to go! Now!”
“Five more minutes,” Came the seven-year-old’s protests.
“We don’t have five minutes, Mars! Get up! They’re coming!”
The young child barely stirred at his sister’s prodding. He rolled onto his side and mumbled an incoherent protest. Her gentle prodding turned to desperate pleas.
“Mars, I can’t carry you! You have to get up! Mars!” She was shaking him franticly now. “Hurry!”
Finally, his green eyes blinked open. “What’s wrong, Rea?”
“We’ve got to go! Now!”
Next to Markali, his twin was sitting up straight, staring at their sister sleepily. “Reakeda, I’m hungry.”
“We don’t have time, Toshom!” She continued to speak in a harsh whisper as she wrapped their few belongings in the tattered blanket that the boys shared.
“Come on,” She commanded, tying the blanket onto her back and taking hold of their hands. She started to run. It was far too late, though. They were already in the abandoned building that the three had called home for the last several weeks. Reakeda fell forward, instantly releasing their hands. She turned a ghostly white and her lips trembled.
“Rea, come on. Hurry, Rea!” Markali cried, running back to her side.
Toshom grabbed Markali’s arm. “Come on! Run! She’s down, Mars! Rea would want us to be safe!” He pulled at Markali, who was struggling to get back to Reakeda. “Lets’ get out of here before they get us too, Mars!”
“But what about Rea! We can’t just leave her!”
“We have to! We’ll see her again, Mars!”
Finally, he got his brother to come. The boys barely made it out of the house and to the creek in the back before the Braeden Organization flooded the house.[/pre]
