{"id":1154,"date":"2014-04-10T16:52:33","date_gmt":"2014-04-10T20:52:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/443.nmdprojects.net\/blog\/?p=1154"},"modified":"2014-04-17T13:34:16","modified_gmt":"2014-04-17T17:34:16","slug":"draft","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/443.nmdprojects.net\/blog\/draft\/","title":{"rendered":"Warnock Draft"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Mother<\/strong><\/p>\n

A bead of sweat ran down her mother\u2019s face. \u00a0Many more lay still on her forehead, glistening in the candlelight. \u00a0She was burning up despite the cold wind blowing in through the window. \u00a0Charlotte dabbed her head with a handkerchief.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright, Amma, it should be over soon.\u201d \u00a0She laid her head down on her mother\u2019s chest and held her tight. \u00a0Her garments were damp, but it didn\u2019t bother Charlotte like it usually would have. \u00a0Her mother had been fighting the fever for months, but it had never been this bad.<\/p>\n

She felt the hair draped over her face brushed away by warm soft fingers. \u00a0\u201cIf you want to look like a princess you\u2019ll have to keep your hair out of your eyes,\u201d her mother spoke softly. \u00a0\u201cCome here little bird.\u201d \u00a0As Charlotte looked up she saw her mother pull the satin red ribbon from her hair. \u00a0Without it she looked so plain, so tired. \u00a0She lifted the hair from the nape of Charlottes neck and pulled the soft ribbon up around her head. \u00a0Charlotte always imagined the ribbon to be warm and velvety, but it was cold and slick as it touched her skin. \u00a0Wearing it wasn\u2019t as magical as she\u2019d always imagined.<\/p>\n

The Travelers<\/strong><\/p>\n

The city walls now lay in the distance. This is the farthest she had ever been from home.
\nShe thought about turning back, but she had done too much damage at home. They wouldn\u2019t forgive her just yet.
\nShe kept walking, but a thirst grew upon her. She hadn\u2019t thought to bring food or water. Luckily, she heard running water in the distance. It couldn\u2019t be too far. As she walked it got louder and louder; the river must have been flowing quickly. Only a group of trees lay between her and the water now.
\nCharlotte grabbed the last tree of the thicket, bracing herself for the final step that would bring her into the sweet sunshine, when movement other than the glimmering water caught her eye. She stood straight and unmoving, watching carefully as the moving figures entered the shallow part of the river. There were two of them there, bathing. A man\u2019s body was new sight for Charlotte, but looking embarrassed her.
\nThere was a tent about 3 yards back from the shore.
\nShe decided to sneak to the tent, see if there were any supplies she could take.
\nAs she nears the tent she hears the two travelers making noise in the river. shouting. But they weren\u2019t shouting at her.
\nWhen she decided she was safe she pulled back the opening of the tent, revealing a modest dwelling within. There was bread on the table! She hurried across the tent and as she reached for the bread a hand clamped her wrist.
\n\u201cAnd who is this little bird?\u201d a voice asked from beside her.
\n\u201cI am Snow White, the lost princess of Blackhaven. I am (lost? travelling? Needs food for her trip)\u201d
\n\u201cWhy is a princess travelling by herself? It can\u2019t be wise.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t have to answer to a peasant.\u201d
\nTo be continued…<\/p>\n

The Bears<\/strong><\/p>\n

As Charlotte continued down the trail she found herself entering deeper and deeper woods. The trees stretched above her head for what seemed like forever. The light hid above them, leaving much to be imagined within. Her heart started to flutter nervously in her chest, but she couldn\u2019t turn back now. While she couldn\u2019t know what lay ahead, there was definite danger behind.
\nShe walked as silently as she could. The dirt was dry and crumbled beneath her feet. The recent drought was slowly exhausting the shrubbery, leaving dead twigs and branches as obstacles for every step. Her stomach growled as hunger started to consume her. How long had she been travelling? 3 days?
\nIn the dim light she manages to spot a bunch of bushes. If she is too weak to walk at least she could keep cover in them. But they had berries! She ate and ate until her belly was full. Time for a nap. She was almost asleep when she heard rustling coming from inside one of the bushes. Her heart started racing. She thought she was alone that whole time. She tried to quietly back off, but a large creature came out of the bushes right at her! She cried in terror. She couldn\u2019t make out what kind of animal it was, but she knew it was a predator.
\n\u201cWhat are you?\u201d She asked with more fear in her voice than she had liked. \u201cI am the princess Snow White, I command you to stand down!\u201d She said with more authority this time.
\nIt walked slowly closer, and the shadows revealed that it was a bear cub. It was just sniffing her. It didn\u2019t seem to want to harm her. It circled Charlotte, and then sat down right next to her, mimicking her.
\n\u201cWhat are you up to?\u201d she asked it. Maybe she found a new friend and companion. \u201cWhere did you come from? Would you like to travel with me? It would be a lot nicer not to travel through these scary woods alone.\u201d
\nOf course the bear didn\u2019t respond, but then again she didn\u2019t really need it to. Charlotte was ready to get up and call the bear to come with her, when she felt another set of eyes on her. \u201cDo you feel that?\u201d She asked her new friend, pulling him closer. \u201cIt\u2019s eerie isn\u2019t it? Feeling another\u2019s eyes upon you, but not knowing who\u2019s or where they are. What their intentions are. Let\u2019s move, friend. We need to get out of here.\u201d
\nWhen she tried pull the cub with her, it whimpered. \u201cCome on,\u201d she begged, \u201cit\u2019s not safe here!\u201d But the bear wouldn\u2019t move. Suddenly there were loud, trembling footsteps coming closer. The earth almost shook beneath them. Charlotte lost her footing and fell to the ground. She cowered behind the cub and buried her face into the his warm fur.
\nThe footsteps came right up to them then stopped. But nothing was happening. Why has she not been harmed yet? The cub nuzzled it\u2019s face into her head and then he slowly pulled himself away from her. Although she was no longer shielded, she couldn\u2019t bring herself to raise her gaze just yet. The cub was making sounds, but they didn\u2019t sound scared or angry, but rather\u2026.happy.
\nShe slowly raised her head to see two creatures in an embrace. The cub was nestled quite nicely in the arms of another. Another bear. His mother? They nuzzled each other. Charlotte felt suddenly very uncomfortable. She didn\u2019t mean to steal the cub from his mother, and she didn\u2019t mean to intrude on this loving moment. But the animals didn\u2019t seem to mind. They seemed to want to show it.
\nThe mother bear looked up at Charlotte and growled. Not loudly, not fiercly, but in a manner that certainly conveyed that it was time for her to move on. Charlotte didn not belong here. This was not her family, and the cub was not hers to take with her. He belonged with his mother where he was nurtured and safe.
\nShe stood up and walked away slowly. She looked over her shoulder at the family, and saw that they were looking back. These woods were dark and mysterious, but she felt she did have companions now, even if they weren\u2019t by her side.<\/p>\n

with a close family like the bears, the little one felt safe to go explore the dangers of the world. it was being looked after. It could grow at it\u2019s own pace. But Charlotte never had that luxury. She was left without a mother too young.
\nif she takes the bear with her, she learns that the having a caring family will raise you to be independent and make your own choices.
\nIf the bear decides to stay with the mother she learns that family is important and you don\u2019t abandon them to be selfish.<\/p>\n

The Dwarves<\/strong><\/p>\n

Coming soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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