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The Search Of Light

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The Search Of Light

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Waiting for the moment. Waiting on the moment to talk, waiting on the moment to meet him, but the moment didn’t came. She didn’t had the courage.

Rebella looked outside the window again, watching the playing children and the villagers who were busy with talking. Market day was the best they of the week. It was the day that she could see Mo. She looked at the house of the baker, and there he stood. He smelled some of the finest bread, and bought the cinnamontempers. Cinnamontempers were are little bags of dough with a syrupy mixture of cinnamon, honey, ginger and lemon zest. If you ate them, they melted in your mouth. He took them always, every tuesday. After buying the cinnamontempers, Mortimer walked by the window where Rebella was daydreaming, and their eyes crossed for a second, after that he walked further. Rebella stood up. She needed to try to talk to him. Rebella ran outside, after Mo. The butterflies in her stomach flew back and forth on top speed. 20 metres.... 10 meters... 5 meters....Than she stopped. She couldn’t do it, she just didn't had the courage. Talking to Mo, she had to be mad to do that. Mo with his beautiful dark eyes, and with his tangled, red hair. Slowly she turned around, ready to walk home again. The street she lived in was cozy, but only on the day of the market. When it wasn’t the day of market, nobody talked. Everybody was afraid to be heard, they were scared that they made might say something wrong. The fear started after King Lincoln was betrayed, tortured and banned from his own kingdom by his soulless, selfish brother Septius. Septius only wanted to gain more power and thus ruled with fear and death. Many people were killed by only saying a wrong word. There was a dictionary with all the words you couldn’t say, and if you hadn’t studied every word, your dead was already written down. The funerals stopped, because of the many deaths.

Drained in thought, Rebella slowly began to walk back. “Hey, can’t you see where you walk!” A boy with blond, curly hair turned around. “Rebella, what in the world are you doing here?” The tall boy said in surprise. “You know that what you just said is forbidden. It is on the second page of the dictionary.” She sighted. “And as an answer on your question, I was following someone. I wanted to talk to that person, but I just could’t do it. It was like something was keeping me from doing it.” The boy was thinking for a second. “Okay, try next time running harder, maybe the feeling will occur later, so you have more time to talk to that special someone of you.” He said to her and walked away after that. Elizias was a strange boy that she knew when they were little kids. They were always playing together and were like brother and sister. She sighted, and quickly passed by one of the guards, who were watching and listening to the whole conversation. They had turned a blind eye, because she was smart enough to say it was forbidden what Elizias said. Next time they wouldn't be so lucky.

Back at the house, she turned around for a brief second. Did she just hear someone whisper? It couldn’t be. After waiting a few second to maybe hear another sound, which didn’t occur, she walked inside. “Hey mom, is everything okay? Have there been visitors?” She asked. No reaction. Her mom was always in a different world. Still staring to the blue flowers, her mom sighted. “No, nobody today, but don’t worry, tomorrow will be as busy as yesterday.” She whispered. The mother of Rebella had a little shop with all kind of herbs and medicines. Nobody dared to go in. Her mom always saw people and helped them, but in reality, nobody was there. Even though there was nobody, Rebella helped her mom with selecting herbs and medicines.“I think Iraris will be her tomorrow, so Rebella, could you please wash and pick the leaves of the plant on the second plank of the left stand?” Still confused that her mom said so many words, Rebella walked slowly to the second stand to wash the plant and to present pick the leaves. But there was nothing on the stand. All the herbs were gone. “Mom, is it true that there are no herbs anymore?” No answer. Her mother was gone. A cold wind blew through her skin. It felt like ice. She turned around. Nobody was there. Slowly walking outside, looking for some of the villagers. She closed her eyes again and again, but the burning houses kept coming back. She felt the heath, and heard screams of the people who were trapped inside the houses. She heard them die.

“Sweetie, stop screaming. It is just a dream.” The wavy voice of her mom woke her up. “It was just a dream my darling, it was just a dream. I am still here, and I always will be. I am always next to you, wether I am alive or not. You know that right?” She couldn’t answer that question. The words were there, but the only thing that came out of her mouth were soft sobs. Her mom began to sing. The song of life. The thing what was most forbidden. She sang it, and it sounded better than it ever did before. She could hear the birds, she could feel the water and smell the flowers. She could see what there was in her mothers mind, just for a second, and she loved it. Rebella fell asleep with her mother still singing. It was a beautiful dream, and she felt joy and happiness after 6 years of fear and sorrow.


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this is my first chapter. I hope you (enjoy)ed it

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