Sabrina was curious. She could see a circle of swirling colors at the side of the village, but when she asked what it was people blinked and said "What colors?" and sent her to "do something useful- and don't tell stories!" Yes, don't tell stories was something everyone told her. Don't tell lies. But she had seen it... She reached into the sash of her tunic and drew out a pocketknife. She pulled out a rather dull blade and sighed. She wished she had the money to buy a new one. She had found this one by the road, probably dropped by a peddler or rich boy. Rich boys were horrible, and she hoped it had been from one. Sabrina's dark purple eyes flashed as she spotted it- the rope that held up a magical wall. It was buried in grass, but if you tried to step over it you couldn't. So the people in the village had dismissed it as the work of a witch or a sorcerer and let it be. But Sabrina wanted to see what the swirling colors were. So she sawed at the rope, slowly parting the strings and cutting it. People all around felt a whoosh, as if the wind was getting angry. They thought it was just that and went back to whatever they were doing. Sabrina stepped over the severed rope and almost into the swirling lights and colors. Tentatively she reached out a hand. It disappeared into the circle. She drew it back hastily. Then she went back to her little hut.
Sabrina was an orphan, found in the village when she was four. She had the look of someone who had seen thing no person that young should see, and she had those deep purple eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. So they took care of her until she was seven, when she had been turned out and told to find her own way. So she had built a hut from adobe and sticks and rocks, and it was enough for her. She never complained, and her long black hair was always brushed, so people knew she could take care of herself. When she got to her hut, she grabbed a small satchel and filled it with food, clothing, and a piece of canvas for shelter. She was going through the colorful circle, whatever it was, and was going to brave what was behind it.
Sabrina took a deep breath. She jumped through. At first it felt like she was being shot down a tunnel. Then she felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. Then she landed on cool grass. Then she heard a voice saying "Who are you?"
To be continued
Sabrina was an orphan, found in the village when she was four. She had the look of someone who had seen thing no person that young should see, and she had those deep purple eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. So they took care of her until she was seven, when she had been turned out and told to find her own way. So she had built a hut from adobe and sticks and rocks, and it was enough for her. She never complained, and her long black hair was always brushed, so people knew she could take care of herself. When she got to her hut, she grabbed a small satchel and filled it with food, clothing, and a piece of canvas for shelter. She was going through the colorful circle, whatever it was, and was going to brave what was behind it.
Sabrina took a deep breath. She jumped through. At first it felt like she was being shot down a tunnel. Then she felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. Then she landed on cool grass. Then she heard a voice saying "Who are you?"
To be continued