Stolen Magic

Imagine this.

A blizzard, two men with guns, and me. Oh...and did I mention it was cold? No? Well it was. Freezing faster than I could move. You see, I wasn't exactly suppose to be there. As a little girl I always wanted an adventure. My father would tell me the most amazing stories- he was quite a troublemaker too if I do say so myself- about magic and places I couldn't fathom back then...but now...now I understood. It was all real!

We lived on the edge of a place called Farcrow cove. It was nice with green fields stretched for miles free of any human population. Beautiful really. We had our own little cove where the water was so clear and when the sun shined on the wet rocks, it was like a light show. I loved it there with my father...But it could also be a scary place. When the wind would pick up and the water would rise to our doorstep. We almost lost the roof a couple times, but you may ask how does all this relate to my current situation? Well one day father didn't come home...