Violet Hill
She looked up from her work, her violet eyes scanning the scene outside the window. Men dressed in black armor rode atop horses, their swords flashing as they swung at innocent villagers—others began setting fire to the houses. Beginning to panic, she shot out of her chair, the dress she was sewing dropping to lie forgotten on the floor as she ducked behind one of the chairs in her living room.What is going on?
"Evelyn!" A voice screamed over the noise, and she whipped her head around frantically to find her grandmother, Farah rushing towards her.
"Grandmother, what is happening?" Evelyn demanded.
The elderly woman looked around in alarm, as the screams her the villagers grew louder and more hysteric. "It is the Telmarines," she replied gravely.
Story for the Into the Wardrobe Contest.
"Evelyn!" A voice screamed over the noise, and she whipped her head around frantically to find her grandmother, Farah rushing towards her.
"Grandmother, what is happening?" Evelyn demanded.
The elderly woman looked around in alarm, as the screams her the villagers grew louder and more hysteric. "It is the Telmarines," she replied gravely.
Story for the Into the Wardrobe Contest.