It lives. In the early morning light, it stands. Tall and sturdy. It lives
In the ruins of a city, a baby calls out. The last flame smothers out. A plane flies overhead.
"Get up, get up!"
Ash groaned. Great she thought. Another day of being bossed around. She sat up in bed and SLAM! Bee Walter's fist was there.
"I told you, she growled, to get up!" She turned around leaving, and slammed the door behind her.
"Ugh..." Ash groaned. She slipped on her clothes and tried to flatten her hair out a little. She just wanted to be like the others, but of course, that was impossible. "Why do i have to live this life?" she cried out in despair.
When Ash arrived downstairs, she was breathing hard, (because, it is quite a long trip from her bedroom, which is in the attic, to the downstairs!).
"Took you long enough", Bee said.
"Well I-" Ash began but Bee cut her off.
"Nobody cares about your life." she said flatly. "Anyways, as for breakfast..." she paused for a moment, studying Ash. "I'd like chocolate cake with buttercream frosting, marshmallow fruit salad, and strawberry macarons. And I guess Sandy will have the same thing. Poor thing she had such a hard day yesterday, she deserves to sleep in today!"
"You think she had a hard day?" Ash mumbled. Bee and Sandy Walter were the sisters she "worked for," but she never got paid. They were very much overweight, and were probably the most unhealthy people that Ash knew.
"What was that?" Bee demanded.
"Nothing", Ash replied shyly.
"Nothing eh? Well in that case, you can also make my chocolate cherry ice cream, triple recipe!" Bee said triumphantly.
Ash groaned. This meant that she would have to go to the market before she made breakfast. AGAIN. "Oh", Ash said suddenly.
"What?" Bee said.
"Nothing", Ash replied quickly and hurried out the door. Bee did not need to know that she had broken the ice cream maker last week.
When Ash emerged from the market with three bulging bags, it was nearly 9 am. "Oh no", she sighed. "I forgot the cherries!"
Well thats too bad a voice said, and everything was gone.
When Ash woke up, she was in the back of a truck.
"Took you long enough", a voice said.
"Wh.. where am i?" Ash stuered
"Why didn't you ever run away? Did you ever want to run away?" said another voice. "I couldn't imagine living like that, or with those wretched people, but ESPECIALLY not someone as important as you."
"Connor!" the first voice said.
"Sorry", he mumbled sheepishly.
"Anyways", said the first voice, "Welcome. My name is Willow. Sorry for the hit on the head, we just had to make it look convincing."
Make what convincing? Ash said.
"Well... uh... we had to get you out of there without people wondering where you had gone... so uh... we kidnapped you." Connor said.
"Oh, thats nice." said Ash
"Moving on", Willow said impatiently. "You probably have no idea who we are."
"No, not really", Ash said mildly
"Did you ever wonder where you came from, or what your history was?" Connor persisted.
"Well, sometimes, yeah." Ash said. And then she showed them her braclet.
"It is you", Willow breathed. "Ash, you are the one that the tree chose. The only one who survived the storm!"
Ash was about to ask another question, but then the car pulled to a stop, and Willow pushed Ash out.
"Wow", she gasped.
Ever since I saw Ash, I knew she was the one. Ever since that first storm, and even before she was born, I had chosen her. That storm took everything from her, but that was the plan the whole time. Now she is my princess. She is the only one that can understand me, and I teach her. everything. I am her mentor, the mango tree. I love her. And she does everything I ask of her, with the help of Willow and Connor, who serve under her. She has taught me too. The strong persevere.
The end.
