Train Tracks

Part1-

I sprinted through the forest and saw somthing glinting, it must be Ash and Saleena."Ash,Saleena is that you?"

"Fia run its a trap!" I heard Ash scream through the darkness, before i could do anything i felt a heavy thump on my back, that made me stagger and fall to the frezzing damp earth (droping the cookies).. "What have you done to her?! Ahhhhh.!" Ash's scream echoed through the forest ringing in my ears, hurting me more than the thump did.

"Ash!" Saleena called out in desperation.

"Bring her here!" An ice cold, voice cut through the atmosphere chilling our bones.I was immediately picked up and thrown down were Ash and Saleena were lying.

"Fia, weres mom?" Saleena spoke softly, silent tears sprung to my eyes, makeing me quiver and whimper into the unloving coldness of the night.

"Oh did mommy die in the fire we started? We were hoping she would." I looked up to look at the voice, it was a woman a thin boney woman, our eyes locked........ she was staring at me with her ice blue eyes, staring at me with an unblinking stare.

"Fia is it true?" Saleena quivered. I looked up and noded, i dont think she could see me, but the silence said it all. The silence was cutting into me, it was louder than the loudest scream, It was almost unberable.

"YOU KILLED HER!" Ash screched lurching herself at the woman, but the huge man who had thrown me down stoped her.

"Oh i see she has fire in her belly!" She spoke sarcasticly suprised, Ash has allways been brave ever since we were little, she would allways climb the tallest tree in the forest, I smiled at this memory. "Well she'll need it to save her father."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, trying not to give any thing away.

"Your father vanished mysteriously about 2 years ago, do you have any idea were he went." The words hung in the air."No oh dear, well il tell you, over 100 years ago there was a village just over there on the othere sid eof the train tracks, I had lived there all my life, Untill things started to happen, People went crazy and Killed there familys, and themselves. People started an old wives tales and lots of rumours went around, one of them was that your fathers mother was a witch. She wasn't obliviously, she experimented with herbal remidies and was known for being a bit mad. Its easy to blame someone whos different from evreyone else. She was burned in front of the whole village including your father, when the happenings didnt finish, the village turned on your father. I was a teenager at the time and we were in love.

                                     We planned to run away, follow the train tracks and seek our fortune, We set out on midsommer night, Your father gave me a moonstone. I never saw him again. But I allways kept my moonstone. Do you Know what a moonstone can do to you? when you posses a moonstone wonderfull things happen, You feel happy all the time, you can control things with your mind and have allsorts of amazing powers., but when a moonstone is taken away from you, your insides rot, you allways feel pain, But you can never die.Three years ago i saw your father and you and your beautifull mother. You were in town you looked so happy, it made me angry, I ran and ran and ran and threw my moonstone into a lake. Instantly i felt weak, and pain. I have been in pain ever since, I can make things happen in my mind. But it was incredibly hard, It was accused of being a witch and when i wouldn't die well that made people more scared of me, I suffered and suffered for years, Theres only so much suffering you can take, ive tried to kill myself many a time before, but i cant die......... One day I found your father wondering the forest, The bitternes inside me swelled, my mind seemed to have a mind of its own. It carried your father far away, to the back of my mind." She paused and sighed briefly. untill her sharp, cruel voice reurned" If you wish your father to live, I need you to retrive my moostone. Your fathers life is unraveling, and by the 9th of march, the next full moon, If i don't have my moonstone will be dead."

the 9th of march thats next week. I look up gravely. "Were do we go?"