Dawns-Redemption2013

The bells of the grand church rang out loudly, calling each of the towns people to the entrance of it's grand doors. standing before them, was an older looking man, dressed in all black, with a tight collar around his neck. a priest. "hear me, all! " his voice boomed out across the gathering crowd. everyone whispered amongst each other, wondering what was about to happen. what was the man talking about? "you've all seen the newspapers! I know you all have!" he said, thrusting out a news article in his hand that read "VAMPIRES STRIKE!" everyone remained silent. they knew that they had all read about the blood thirsty monsters that roamed the

swinging freely through the trees, the wind blowing in here hair, Elanore flew through the tall forest, making her way back to the barn. she couldn't wait to show Gideon what she had found. once she found the lost structure, she slipped inside, holding in her hands the thing she had found deep in the forest. "Gideon, are you here?" Elanore called out, looking amongst the shadows of the barn. she spotted him sitting on the small table, reading the newspaper. he didst seem to notice her. he was expressionless. "Gideon, look what i found!" she was about to hold out her hands, to show him what she had found, when he just stood, still staring

Milo was working the stand Elanore stood by earlier. he was helping a young lady with her decisions on what fruit to buy, when the ladies daughter knocked an orange out of one of the baskets. "oops!" she cried, running after it. she chased it into the tent where Gideon and Elanore killed the young boy. the orange rolled into a sticky dark red substance. she plucked the fruit from the mess, then stepped back, examining the orange in the dim light. she turned to leave, but realized what was laying in front of her. she let out a bloodcurdling scream of terror. her mother dashed into the tent seconds later, scrambling to see what the commotion

Elanore wandered around out in the open market, freely swinging around a large, sharp knife near a Kiosk that sold apples, oranges, and watermelon. she looked as though she hadn't a care in the world. no one acknowledged her, except a certain boy. he was dressed in tattered and torn clothes, and had dark, tanned skin. he looked about Elanore's age. his greasy jet black hair, and his slender form told her that he hadn't had a decent meal in days. the boy wandered up to her, curious as to what she was doing. once Elanore had noticed his presence, she took a sudden precaution as to where she was swinging the knife. she stopped for a moment, exam

Fourteen year old Elanore Jones is hidden upstairs in her enclosed bedroom, decorated with delicate white curtains, patterns of flowers running up and down them. Her small bed, made up perfectly, had a dark oak wood frame, with a shining finish. She had a small white painted side table. Sitting on it was nothing but a small oil lamp. A large handmade rug was sprawled across her floor. Elanore was hidden, in a place no one would think to look. In the small chest at the end of her bed.  She was hidden from the war. Hidden from the killing, the violence, the screams and cries of pain and agony. The year is 1812, and both of her parents, standing