18 February 2013
That very minute she drew her final breath, mama went crazy. She started to sob uncontrollably until some of the town folk came into our house and did our chores. I was devastated. Zara was my rock, she held me up. She even saved my life. I was 4 when she saved me. We were in the town market when a burglar came. He saw that everyone had delicacies so, he held me as hostage. He held a blade upon my small neck and threatened to jab it in. Zara had always wanted to be a knight and she was in training so she took a sword and fought. She saved me. She saved my small life.
The next day, we took her body to the doctor to see what killed her.
"Please sit down." He told mama before he told is the news. I have always been told to have good manners, but I lost it.
"Tell me the results. Who ever did this shall encounter a horrible death!" I screamed. Mama and papa were too sad to be angry.
"It seems Zara was mauled by a pack of wolves. 4 to be exact." He said tapping his clipboard. That was when I knew I had to make Zara proud.
Fairy Tale • Opuss № I