Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 2 - Brand-New Day (Faith POV)

You guys have two questions:

1. IS this story new or just editing? Or what's going on with the way I'm posting?

BOTH. So, I was reading this story over and there are some mistakes that I wanted to fix, as well as the details that I wanted to add and made notes for now. Somethings will be changed, I'm actually adding about 2000 words to each chapter up to chapter sixteen so far. So I recommend reading because when I start updating brand-new chapters (that haven't been read or posted) I want everyone on the same page.

2. How old is Faith?

I think - plus many others - that you that are saying Faith is 20 years old, because you've read quickly and mistook what I actually wrote. Dmitri told Faith a fake history starting from 1994, I didn't say that she was born in 1994. In the prologue I'm sure it's in like two places saying it's her seventeenth birthday, and plus the date of said birthday: July 3rd.

A/N: SLIGHTLY more EDITED THAN BEFORE.

                 

Chapter 2 – Brand-New Day (Faith POV)

One man took my life from me, and now, another – a friend of his – had come to give it back to me. There really was not other way to explain what was happening as I leaned my head against the car window and the new man, Walsh Pomme drove me away from safety.

Though I'm sure he thought it was prison.

As we left, I did wish that we were leaving when I could see more of all the land I watched from my spot alone on the mountain. It was different, more confusing than I had imagined when looking down at the hidden passage between the trees. I could, for the most part only see pieces of Dmitri's approach and departures, but now, with the forests above me, I cannot merge my location to the image I have from up above.

Then, nearly ten minutes into the drive, I see why Walsh said it took him nearly three hours to reach me; Dmitri had explained my location somewhat truthfully. "I'll always protect you my malen'kaya kukla; and so there is much one has to do to harm you in your house."

I truly believe that I could walk down the mountain faster than Walsh Pomme was driving down. Side to side, my body swayed as his car slowly trekked the passageway until we came to a halt and the man next to me exited the truck, walking to a post. When his eyes flicker down, I follow and see that hidden between the grit, were spikes that the light from the car was causing to flicker.

Walsh opens a panel, removing a small device, almost disappearing in his hands before touching something on the device and I watch where he does – to the ground to watch the little spikes lower completely. Without even Walsh needing to explain as he entered the car again, I knew what he had just done. It was a trap. On top of the unsafe, brush-filled passageway Dmitri had created, were booby-traps.

Unsure, trapped between relief and dread, I lock myself away in my mind, holding silent, still and utterly fearsome – chastising myself on loop along with remembering the rules of the Loyalists that Dmitri had repeatedly spoken of.

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The controlled air.

The sunsets and sun rising over the mountains.

The colors that swirl deep and angrily in the sky.