Post by horselover on Jul 19, 2015 22:28:42 GMT
a young girl about three toddles uneasily into the comfortable living room. her large, wide eyes are a clear, deep blue. her honey-blonde hair cascades down her back, ending halfway above her waist. her mother on the push couch watching television. brooklyn is dyslexic and very young, or she could have seen that it read 'gods of ancient greece.' her mom is looking at it with a wistful expression and says to the toddler, "my little brooklyn, my brooke. one day you, like the water you were named for, will return to the sea."
now brooke, as she likes to be called, is nine. she hoists her backpack up and walks into her classroom uneasily. she tends to get in trouble, and this is her third school. when she is cornered by a bully, her tormentor falls into a puddle and tells the teacher he was pushed.
now brooke is running for her life. there is a giant... manticore? behind her and she is sprinting through the strawberries, waist-long hair flying in all directions. her blue eyes are wide and scared when she reaches a field. she feels something hit her in the back. then the twelve year old sees a rusty bronze knife and throws it at the beasts head. with a howl, it explodes into dust. then the world went dark.
now brooke, as she likes to be called, is nine. she hoists her backpack up and walks into her classroom uneasily. she tends to get in trouble, and this is her third school. when she is cornered by a bully, her tormentor falls into a puddle and tells the teacher he was pushed.
now brooke is running for her life. there is a giant... manticore? behind her and she is sprinting through the strawberries, waist-long hair flying in all directions. her blue eyes are wide and scared when she reaches a field. she feels something hit her in the back. then the twelve year old sees a rusty bronze knife and throws it at the beasts head. with a howl, it explodes into dust. then the world went dark.
