Drenched in cold sweat and panting, Atarah awoke. Still unsure, she felt for the small body beside her and sighed with relief. With certain amount of effort she got out of bed. She opened the posh curtains and the sun was just rising, creating the perfect hue. She walked over to the other side of the bed and whispered, "Lou wake up, I've got to go and you need to eat babe."
Lucy groaned but promised that she would be up by the time Atarah made breakfast. Atarah walked to the kitchen, put the vegetables in the pan and then went the the huge closet to dress. Plain black pants and black shirt with a blue symbol on the breast. She pulled her long black hair into a braid and walked out. As promised, Lucy was up and at the table. They ate in silence. "I'll try to come early." Atarah said
"It's okay, I'll be out all day. Don't worry about me." Such a good kid. Atarah smiled a bit but couldn't help the guilt. They stashed the played in the sink. She kissed Lucy on the head and left. Walking the clean, beautiful streets she couldn't help but smile. The beautiful bungalows that lined the street were well maintained and posh and it only got better towards the castle. The street urchin and drunks of the night were gone replaced by the kind cleaners and shop owners. She would buy something on the way back for Lucy. The girl deserved it. Beautiful as surroundings were no one in her life would ever understand. For no guard ever came from the rich towns.
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FIRESTORM.
FantasySomeone betrayed her parents and she is back in town to find out who. As guard in the castle of the King, no one will ever know who she is. Who she was. She fights for a life that was once hers. Will she get it back?
