Ally was sitting in the middle of her bed with all of her stuffed teddies from her childhood and blankets piled up at the end. Her tears were becoming more noticeable now as she could feel them down she already moist cheeks.
The voices were getter louder through Ally’s bedroom floor. She wanted so badly to just run downstairs and beg for them to stop, to remind them that they both still love each other no matter what and fighting isn’t going to solve anything, but she knew that if she was to go down there, it would only make things worse. However, she felt as if she needs to do something. If not tell her parents to stop fighting, than found something else to occupy her mind.
She didn’t have to move far as the book she was previously reading was still sitting on her bedside table with her page marked by a battered piece of material she found in her mum’s dressing room. She doesn’t know that Ally has it, but it was only one small strip of material, she didn’t think she would notice its absence.
She snatched the book from the bedside table and let the air dry her tears from her face.
* * *
“Savannah,” Isabelle sighed. “Will you be careful?”
“I’m not even doing anything,” she answered in her sweet, innocent voice.
She was balancing on a log with moss gluing it to the ground.
“If you fall and break your neck, mother will shot me,” Isabelle protested.
Savannah sighed and jumps down from the log, her honey blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders.
“Where’s Sebastian?” she called out from the distance.
“He should be back soon. He said he may be a while,”
But Savannah couldn’t hear the rest of what her sister said as there was a loud hover sound. The sound of wind crashing against the wings of a bird.
Isabelle looked above in alarm. The sky was the perfect cloudless blue. She could see the pecks of the mountains and the tops of the trees they were surrounded by.
She turned back to Savannah, only to found that her sweet little sister wasn’t around. Isabelle turned in a circle just in case she had walked farther into the trees, but came up blank.
“Savannah!” she tried to call out for her, but all she got back was the echo of her own words. “Savannah!”
Isabelle was shortly becoming panicked. She ran down the path of the trees a head only to find loose sicks and died off leaves fallen from the trees.
Isabelle could hear the sweet laughter of her young sister just a few feet ahead. She followed the sound and circled the area. The laughter continued, but was cut off early.
“Savannah!” Isabelle cried out in a gasp.
Half expecting her little sister’s scream, Isabelle pulled out her sword from the leather belt wrapped around her tiny waist, holding the numerous number of other weapons of hers.
She waited there, ready for anything about to jump out at her.
There was a ruffling noise, almost like footsteps escaping through the died off sticks and leaves that covered the forest flooring.
“Who are you?” Isabelle said to the wind. “What do you want?”
Savannah’s laugh came through the tress again, but a little bit farther up.
Isabelle turned in her new direction and slowly stepped forward. She wasn’t even at the tree before a tall, muscular figure jumped out in front of her, armed with a sword just like her own.
“Who am I you ask,” the figure sounded almost pleased with himself. “Why I am the great Sebastian Wood, and as for what I want, well...”
He smirked before having a swing at Isabelle, but she had good reflects and met Sebastian’s with her own.
I felt for Ally right from the beginning of the story, which is sometimes tricky for people to do! Good job 
