Lindy, things are changing," said Orlando, turning to face the
sunset. "Our old, happy world is changing. It's coming to an end." He
turned back to face her, "and we have to let it."
Rosalind looked up at her brother. There was a new sadness in his
eyes. It was a sadness she had never seen before, and it hurt her to
imagine all the things that could bring this hopeless look to eyes that had
once held so much merriment.
She recalled the night of Charlotte's party. She remembered how he
had danced and laughed. She remembered how happy he had been; how when he
could find no other reason to rejoice, he rejoiced in the beauty of life
But the joy in her dear brother's eyes was gone.
"Oh Landy, must we change too?" cried Rose, rising to her feet. "Our
old world is coming to an end, but must we end with it?"
Orlando stood to his feet and took his sister's hand.
"No." he said thoughtfully, "No, we mustn't end with it, but we must
let it end and let it change us. Rose, we're changing. We're always
"But why can't it be good change? I don't understand. Why must the
change bring sadness to your eyes and heaviness to your heart?" she cried
"Dear Lindy," said her brother lovingly as he embraced her, "you're
only sixteen, but I believe you already understand. There was sunlight
before the storm of this war began, but, like mother used to say, where
there is sunlight, there are shadows. The shadows of this war grew bigger
and bigger, until it was a darkness, and the darkness became rain, and the
rain became a storm. But Lindy, like mother always said, the sunlight is
so much brighter after the storm. Lindy, would spring be as lovely and
wonderful if there never was a winter?"
"I suppose not," Rosalind decided.
Orlando brushed a tear from her cheek, "I pray that your eyes will
never hold this sadness. Promise me that you'll be strong?
Rose looked at her brother and squeezed his hand. "I'll be strong
Landy," she whispered, "I'll be strong."
A/N: It's just the prologue; it'll get better, I hope. Please tell me
what you think. This is my first story on fictionpress, but I've written
other stories that have been brutally criticized, so don't be soft on me
just because it's my first. I already know where I'm going with this
story, but if you want to make suggestions, go ahead. I won't make any
promises on when I'll update next, but I'm on Christmas break, so it
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New York for Christmas, in which case I would be the happiest I've been in
months, so if you care, please pray that we have excellent weather and my
parents let my brother and I make the drive. but I digress.). Tell me what
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