Storm

Hi! I’ve decided to start writing some stuff that I made up, so, here it is! Hope you like it! ^_~

               Storm blinked. It was a bright, sunny morning and her mother was calling her down to breakfast.

               “Storm!”

               “I’m coming!”

               She quickly got out of bed and changed from her nightgown to her everyday work dress.  It was a simple dress, made out of a light wool and hand-dyed blue by her mother.

               She looked in the mirror and saw a young girl of 15 with her father’s red eyes and black hair, and her mother’s beautiful face.  She wasn’t tall for her age, but she wasn’t short, either.  After running a brush through her silky hair, she glanced at her room.

               It was a nice room, quite small, but very cozy.  With only a bed, one small, hand-made chest-of-drawers, and an oval mirror that rested on top of the drawers, I suppose you could call this room simply furnished.  But despite this, Storm loved it.  She had two windows, one on the east side, and one on the west, so she could watch the sun come up, and go down.  Hers was one of three rooms in a cozy, thatched roof cottage her father had built.  The other two rooms were her parents’ bedroom and the kitchen.

               After taking another look in the mirror, she rushed out of the room to join her mother in the kitchen.  Her mother had been up since five in the morning preparing corn cakes for her small family.  The sound of a constant thud outside told her that her father was up chopping wood.

 

               “Ah, Storm,” said her mother, with a soft, almost Irish accent, “ It be good to see you again, me lass.  Would ye be so kind is to go outside and tell that father ‘o yours that his meal be ready?”

               “’Twold be my pleasure, mum,” Storm replied, with a half English, half Irish, and a little bit of American accent, “be back in a moment.”

               Storm hurried out into the crisp morning air.

               “Dad! Dad!” She cried, interrupting the consistent thuds, “Mum says ye should come inside, for ye breakfast be ready!”

               “I shall be there in a moment, my dear, go run and tell your mum.” (His accent being purely English.)

               “That I will, dad!”

               She obediently ran inside and told her mother what her dad had said, then sat down at the table, ready to eat.  After a few minutes, her dad came in, all sweaty, with an arms load of wood.  He dropped them in the wood bin, then also sat down to eat.

 

               “Ahem,” hinted his wife.

               Her husband blushed, then went outside to wash his hands by the well.  When he came back, they all ate in a peaceful silence, talking every now and then about what was going on in their everyday lives.

               After breakfast was over, Storm’s father went back outside so he could feed the wooly sheep that ran almost wild on the hill in which they lived.  Storm helped her mother carry the dishes to the tub, and then went outside to the well with her bucket.  As she was drawing water, she chanced to look off to the east, where the mountains were.  Just then, the strangest thing happened, she thought she saw a horse on one of the many rolling hills, far off, almost to the mountains.  But this was not an ordinary horse, no, something was glittering right above its head.  Storm blinked, then squinted, it can’t be…

               She rushed into the house, forgetting about the water, and screaming, “Mother! Mother!”

               Her mother met her at the doorway, and was surprised to see a breathless Storm.

               “Mother, mother! You have got to see this!” Shouted Storm, pulling her mother’s arm all the while.

               “What be it, lass?!” her mother asked fretfully.

               “I thought I saw…But it can’t be! Not unless the stories are true!…”

               “What, lass?”

               “Come and see!  There!”

               They both looked in the direction Storm was pointing, but all they saw was the mountains and the countless hills.

               “But, but…” sputtered Storm, “It was just there!”

               “What was?” asked her mother for a third time.

               “A, a unicorn!”

               “Oh, dear. Ol’ Nathan be calling again, seeing as ye is almost 16,” said her mother, looking very forlorn.

               “Ol’ Nathan?” questioned Storm, “But isn’t he…”

               “Yes, me love, Ol’ Nathan, the gathering unicorn.  Come, lass, there be something I should ‘ave told ye, long, long ago.”

               They went near the well, and sat down on the wooden bench her father had made, which also faced the mountains.

               “Sit down, love, and I’ll tell ye an old, old story…”AN-

Yo! Hey, Trmpetplaya1 here. I know, it’s different than my usual Cardcaptor Sakura fics, but I’ve had this idea for awhile now, just sitting there in my head, so I decided that there’s no harm in posting it. If you want, lemme know what you think; if I get enough good reviews, I’ll finish the story. If not…Well, gotta go! Bye!

Trmpetplaya1 ^_^