Not the wolves again! I was getting tired of this. And I took out my annoyance on the wolves. Moving quickly and slashing furiously with my dagger, I was going through the wolves like a whirlwind.
We needed rest and you took it I thought, ending the life of a wolf. You destroyed my home I thought attacking another one. My family is injured and weak, and it's all your fault I plunged my dagger through another wolf.
By now a circle of wolf carcases had formed around me. I looked around to see Blaise unconscious on the ground, and Blake struggling to carry an injured Michael. Ester was helping Blake with one arm and holding Anika in the other. I flew up to help. Coming up behind her I touched her shoulder and held out my arms to the child. She smiled gratefully and handed her over.
Anika screamed in protest. "Blaise! Blaise!" She cried.
I tried to calm her down. "Anika, He'll be fine-"
Her desperate cries cut me off, "Blaise is not otay!"
How would I explain this to her? "Anika you couldn't do anything, you're to little." She continued to struggle. Why don't children listen to sense? Suddenly a strong, very powerful gust of wind began to blow. Another gust- that seemed almost directed at the wolves - knocked some of them over.
Had Anika done it? I looked at the child in my arms with suspicion.
I'm a JESUS FREAK!!!
Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
When I awoke with a start, everything was fuzzy. My wings were torn and bloodied. I felt terrible. Under Hell in the dictionary, there's a picture of my wounds.
Kaylee turned towards me. "We have to retreat!" she shouted. I could barely understand her over the ringing in my ears.
I blacked out again.
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After Corbin took Anika, it was easier for Ester and me to carry Michel. Off in the distance I could hear Kaylee: "Retreat!" It was no more than a whisper in the wind, she was so far away. I hoped hard that they would all make it out OK. Or at least alive.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
I watched as they passed Anika off, but I wanted that to be me taking her next. She looked me in the eyes for a split second, then a heavy wind picked up, knocking me off my feet. I hit my knees, looking up at Anika. Had she done that? I smiled at her. Of course she would have to train.
My was distracted for a moment, but not long enough for any wolves to attack me. I continued to fight. Should I have been worried about my real sister now, or could she handle herself. If anything, she should be protecting her little sister. But I knew that could never be real. Not after what she had done. Definatly not after what I had done. I needed to talk to her, but that meeting would have to be private.
I constinaly looked at Anika, then Blake. The only two that I was for sure were my family, even if one of them didn't want to claim me. I still had Anika. She was the little sister I never had. The sister I was glad to have now.
Once I knew everyone was in the air, I took off too, being the last person to leave the ground. Then, I checked the area again, only seeing blood from both us and the wolves, feathers from our wings, and wolves. It was a sad sight to see, but one had to see it to know the dangers of it. And I knew that was the truth.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
I saw Blaise wake up again as they retreated. Kaylee brought him up to where I was. He was still weak and I didn't think he felt very good. Those doggies weren't very nice.
"Hey, little girl," he said weakly. I crawled into his lap.
"You go to sweep," I said commandingly. "I watch Kaylee."
He laughed, although it turned into a cough. Was he sick?
Blaise closed his eyes and I sat in his arms, eventually getting close to falling asleep. "I watch him, otay?" I said to Corbin. He smiled. I fell asleep slowly.
Micheal I heard someone say retreat. I felt myself being lifted again. I tried to flap my wings to do it myself, but Blake one of them and said.
“You’re just making it harder now be still.” If Blake told me to do something I was going to do it. I tried opening my eyes again, and was focused on her face. I had rememorized it when they set me down. The ground was hard and cold, but I couldn’t function until I got rest so I curled up trying to fall asleep.
When we landed, me and Ester set Michel down, who curled up, trying to go to sleep. I felt bad. I told him that Ellie was my sister and nothing else. He deserved an explanation. But for now he needed rest. I needed rest.
I laid down on the cold, hard ground. Sleep came to me quickly, but so did dreams. Bad dreams.
I was back at camp--our real camp. No wolves, no injuries, so need of Plan Miracle. I was practicing my bow and arrow, and Michel was watching. It was the day before the first wolf attack. But not.
Ellie ran from inside our cave, towards me and Michel. I was in shock.
"How could you do this to me?" she screamed. "My own sister!"
Blake!" Michel yelled. "Why didn't you tell me? I saved your life! You've been lying to us all!"
"I'm sorry," I sobbed, to both. "I'm sorry for giving you up, Ellie! I'm sorry for lying, Michel! I didn't want to. I wish I could take it all back!
Everyone else rushed out from the cave--even Anika. They crowded around. Caroline jumped and started attacking Blaise. Three huge wolves came from nowhere and started biting and tearing. Michel grabbed me and we flew.
Suddenly his shoulder was soaked in blood, as was his head. We both fell. He landed with a thud. I crawled over and looked down at him.
"Michel," I said, tearfully. "Don't die," I pleaded. "I need you."
Shh...," he said. "I'm not going anywhere. I could never hate you."
His ghostly pale face leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. I was startled, and even more so when he fell back down and closed his eyes. I was crying heavily now.
"No! Don't leave me! I need you! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I lied! Come back! I need you!" I involuntarily laid back down and shook his arm. I whispered, "No. Don't leave me. I need you."
I woke up. I had Michel's arm. Tears were on my face and I was crying. Michel looked over at me.
"I would never leave you," he said, quite serious. "And you talk in your sleep," he added with a grin. He was so immature. And for once in my life I didn't take that as a bad thing.
"Michel, I have to tell you something," I said. "In private." His dream self was right; he deserved to know.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
"Micheal, I have to tell you something. In private." Whispered Blake.
“O. K. Whatever.” Inside my thoughts were whirling, but I never let that side of me show. I stood up. For a moment I was happy, and now Blake was finally going to tell me what was going on. I’ll race you there I laughed. I flapped my wings once and winced. Maybe not. Blake grabbed my hand and started to walk. She wasn’t in the mood for joking.
We walked a ways from our temporary campsite. I chose a spot underneath a thick pine and we sat down. I took a deep breath and spoke in a whisper. I told him everything. About me being Alissa, about Ellie, about my betrayal, about everything. I was crying again. All through my explanation Michel kept quiet. By the time I finished the first lights of dawn were seeping through the horizon.
"You hate me," I said flatly. He turned my head toward his and looked me square in the eye.
"I could never hate you," he said. He looked like he meant it.
"How could you not? I'm evil. I turned in my own sister!" I started shaking with sobs.
"You made a bad choice. That doesn't mean you're evil."
I stared at the tears that had accumulated on my hand. "Look at this. I am such a wimp."
"A pretty wimp," Michel said. I looked up at him and his expression seemed genuine, and also like he couldn't believe he had said that. A mix.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
Micheal “A pretty wimp” I said leaning over to kiss her. It was quick, but a shiver still ran through me. Blake looked stunned. Suddenly I felt completely awkward. “Sorry,” I whispered trying to break the silence.
“You know coming here wasn’t easy for any of us. . . My best friend turned me in.” I waited for her to respond, but she didn’t.
“I ran. . . I stole money, and food, and . . . They probably don’t even know what happened. When I left the smoke alarms were going off. I didn’t know why. . . When I flew away I realized the house was on fire. . . I must have started it when I dropped that match. . . I could have gone back . . . But, I didn’t. My little sister was in there. . . I don't even know if . . . I havn't told anyone that before . . .”
"That's not so bad. I turned in Ellie to save myself."
"You did what you had to do," Michel said. "That's what we've all done."
"I did what I had to for me. I was a selfish jerk. Ellie's been so nice to me, she even said she wouldn't tell anyone. I feel so awful."
Michel leaned over and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder. I felt starved for affection. His body felt strong and warm and it was nice to know someone cared.
Michel leaned away slightly, and I looked up at him. I was surprised when his face went by mine and our lips met. What surprised me more was that I liked it. I maneuvered my arms so that they were on his shoulders, and I kissed him back.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
Blake’s words were true. I didn’t care, but they were true. I wasn’t going to lie to make her feel better about herself, and I knew it wouldn’t really make her feel better. So I just hugged her. Our eyes met and we kissed. This time she kissed back. It was beautiful. Her lips tasted like tears. I closed my eyes.
They flew open when I heard my name.
“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKEEE? MICHEEEEEEEEEEEELLL?” Someone shouted. “We are going to go soon. Where are you?” I glanced at the sky the sun was just up. Blake slipped out of my arms, and stood up. I followed her example.
I woke up with the sun shining in my face. Rolling over, I groaned and ruffled my wild red hair. As I sat up I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Blake and Michael were gone, Kaylee was already up and quietly cooking our breakfast, but everyone else was still asleep. I turned my head to look at Ester. She looked so beautiful and peaceful when she slept. Her dirty-blond hair fell like a curtain over her smooth, rosy cheek. Her dark molasses-colored eyelashes were fanned out long and thick. Her brown eyebrows were placed above her eyes as if they were painted with a careful stroke of an artist's brush. Her tulip pink lips were slightly parted as she breathed evenly in her sleep. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open and I quickly looked away.
My gaze landed on the sleeping Caroline. I remembered how she had attacked Ester. I turned back to look at Ester, I would protect her. But then I wanted to protect Carry too. How could I do both?
I'm a JESUS FREAK!!!
Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
My eyes opened, light beaming down into them. I squinted from the sun, using my hand to block it. Sitting up, I felt the pain of my right arm from where I had been attacked. The pain had been absent for so long, I forgot I had even been attacked. I moaned, but otherwise, I ignored it. I looked around. Blake and Michel were just coming back, Kaylee was cooking breakfast, Corbin was looking around, Ester had just woken up like me, Caroline was fast asleep, and everyone else was up moving around.
I saw Anika sitting in Blaise's arms, her eyes drooping as though she were about to fall asleep again. I smiled over at her. Her eyes grew happier, and she smiled weakly back before she was asleep again. I laughed to myself and propped my body up on the trunk of the tree I had been lying under. When Blake and Michel walked into my view, I looked away, not wanting to be seen. I curled my legs so that my knees were against my chest. I felt more silent tears fall, but they were happy tears. Blake and Michel were holding hands. At least love could exist in a world of hatred.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
