Post by Saya & Trinity on Jul 7, 2007 17:44:20 GMT -5
The young black haired child ran around in the forest. She never looked back because she wanted to run from her home. Her mother told her that her father was a ninja of the Fire Tribe. “ I never want to be a part of the Fire Tribe!” she yelled. These words ran through her mind, over and over again.
She stopped at her favorite resting place. In a cave, she went into the fetal position, and cried. “ Why must my mother do this to me?” she questioned herself repeatly. The Fire Tribe, ruler of all, was a cruel, selfish and never cared about anyone except their greedy selves. “ Why was not born the Earth or Water Tribe?” she questioned. “ Anything but the Fire Tribe.”
She rose off the ground and whispered,” If this is my fate, I accept it,” she said. Then she began to glow red, like fire in the night. She fell to the ground and said,” What’s happening to me?” Her body then began to glow white, like lightning. “ I am not of the Crown Tribe,” she said. “ I’m not a part of the Fire Tribe! She’s not my real mother,” she insisted.
She ran out of the cave toward her home. She ran inside the front door and yelled,” YOU LIED TO ME! I AM NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!” A young woman sitting in the chair looked at he and said,” So you figured it our,” she said. “ That I am adopted, yes,” she said.
The young woman stood over the young girl and said,” Lena.” “Don’t talk to me, I’m going to the Crown Tribe, and to find out who I really am,” Lena said. “ No one’s stopping you,” her mother whispered. “ Good,” she protested firmly. She ran up to her room, and thought about what her life was like. She grabbed a bag, and put different things into it. Lena placed into the bag; an extra pair of clothes and a scroll of the Fire Tribe. She came back down into the kitchen; her mother hadn’t left her place there.
Lena put bread and cheese into the full bag and ran out into the stable. She pulled out her horse from his still. Windbreaker stomped the ground impatiently. “ Stop, and let me tack you,” she said. She pulled a heavy tack onto his back, and attached the heavy pack into the saddlebags. She put his reins on, and then leapt onto the saddle.
Lena pushed her horse into the dirt-paved roads. Her mother came running out with a piece of paper in her hands. Lena stopped and waited for her to catch up. “ Here’s the map of the country,” she said. “ Why do you give me this?” Lena asked. “ Even though you weren’t my real daughter, I still cared for you as if you were my own,” she said.
“ Thank you,” Lena said, and accepted the map. She put it into one of the saddlebags. She looked at her stepmother one last time. “ Thank you for what you have given me,” she said, and rode off. Little did Lena’s stepmother know that she wouldn’t be the last time she would see Lena.
She stopped at her favorite resting place. In a cave, she went into the fetal position, and cried. “ Why must my mother do this to me?” she questioned herself repeatly. The Fire Tribe, ruler of all, was a cruel, selfish and never cared about anyone except their greedy selves. “ Why was not born the Earth or Water Tribe?” she questioned. “ Anything but the Fire Tribe.”
She rose off the ground and whispered,” If this is my fate, I accept it,” she said. Then she began to glow red, like fire in the night. She fell to the ground and said,” What’s happening to me?” Her body then began to glow white, like lightning. “ I am not of the Crown Tribe,” she said. “ I’m not a part of the Fire Tribe! She’s not my real mother,” she insisted.
She ran out of the cave toward her home. She ran inside the front door and yelled,” YOU LIED TO ME! I AM NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!” A young woman sitting in the chair looked at he and said,” So you figured it our,” she said. “ That I am adopted, yes,” she said.
The young woman stood over the young girl and said,” Lena.” “Don’t talk to me, I’m going to the Crown Tribe, and to find out who I really am,” Lena said. “ No one’s stopping you,” her mother whispered. “ Good,” she protested firmly. She ran up to her room, and thought about what her life was like. She grabbed a bag, and put different things into it. Lena placed into the bag; an extra pair of clothes and a scroll of the Fire Tribe. She came back down into the kitchen; her mother hadn’t left her place there.
Lena put bread and cheese into the full bag and ran out into the stable. She pulled out her horse from his still. Windbreaker stomped the ground impatiently. “ Stop, and let me tack you,” she said. She pulled a heavy tack onto his back, and attached the heavy pack into the saddlebags. She put his reins on, and then leapt onto the saddle.
Lena pushed her horse into the dirt-paved roads. Her mother came running out with a piece of paper in her hands. Lena stopped and waited for her to catch up. “ Here’s the map of the country,” she said. “ Why do you give me this?” Lena asked. “ Even though you weren’t my real daughter, I still cared for you as if you were my own,” she said.
“ Thank you,” Lena said, and accepted the map. She put it into one of the saddlebags. She looked at her stepmother one last time. “ Thank you for what you have given me,” she said, and rode off. Little did Lena’s stepmother know that she wouldn’t be the last time she would see Lena.
