Through The Thorns

Finding the Moors

I walked toward the moors, the ugly thorns now stood in the way of the beautiful view of the forest. I was really depressed. My aunt had just died. She was really old. But she was all I had left. She wasn't even my real aunt. She visited the orphanage and was like an aunt to all of us.

I ran my hands along the thorns. Then I saw a small opening. I started to crawl through. I cut my self on the last thorn. "Oh no." I gasped, the cut was deep on my thigh I took my extra shirt out of the bag I was carrying. It was plain, like all my shirts. Unfortunately it was white. I ripped it then tied it around my leg. It looked worse then it felt. I kept walking farther into the moors. It was dark, but the flowers were glowing and these weird fairy bird things floated around.

This was more than I had ever imagined. I kept going, i wondered if I would see the fairy called Maleficent.

I heard a rustle behind me, I whipped out my knife I had hidden in my boot. then I saw what made the noise. It was a raven. It had beady black eyes. "Hello pretty bird" It squawked. I tucked my knife into my boot. I held my hand out to it and it flew to it. It's feathers were so soft. It looked at my leg then flew off.

Dang it. Now I felt alone again. I sat down, worn out from the days adventure. Loss of blood probably helped. I had no clue what time it is. But no one will worry if I don't come back. No one will even notice. I soon drifted to sleep.