Runaway

[annanicole__ 2802]

Philippa Valentina Keen and Elisanna Antoinette Keen had no choice.

"Mother, I'm looking for my mother!" Elisanna screamed at the knights who carried her back to her childhood home and locked her in her room.

"Your mother is powerless to help you, dearie; she abandoned you and will never return,"  Before taking everything the little Keen knew, one of the knights told Elisanna.

"My mother would never abandon Pippa or me without saying goodbye!" She dashed out of her room to locate her sister and devise a strategy.

After a while, they devised a terrible plan to get away from House Keen, and especially their father.

Philippa created a distraction while Elisanna retrieved her sword and began removing the nails from her windows. The little girl lacked the necessary strength. Pippa noticed a window and a door in their parents' bedroom which were not locked or boarded up.

They had a strategy, but could they carry it out?

Before moving forward with the plan, the girls stayed awake in Elisanna's room and waited for everyone to fall asleep.

A window had been shattered.

The girls were well aware that this was their only chance. They dashed into their parents' room, where they were greeted by a figure  who assisted them in escaping the fate that awaited them if they stayed with their father.

With the help of the figure, the girls jumped down the balcony and ran until they met their mother and other family members.

“Mother!” Elisanna cried out in exhaustion at the end of her journey. "Father said you left and wouldn't come back."

The girls began to feel safe again after a while.

 

[Willstertheking2 1110]

Vallein Vuln'miruel eases the sisters off the balcony, sliding through the street with them till they emptied out into the rolling fields of Sunflowers. The ame took a deep breath as he dusted off his pants before motion to a wagon. "That could've been worse."

[Chrothic 74]

Sir Lukas Jones marched toward the girl's room, his many Lorraine pendants jingling, posture straight and correct, but face lax.

Upon reaching their door at the far end of the hall, he gently knocked twice.

"Lady Philippa, Lady Elisanna, the servants have prepared you breakfast. And Uncle Ben has come to take you to some mythical fairgrounds or something, too."

 

Hearing no reply, he knocked once again, this time much harder.

"Philippa? Elisanna?"

 

The knight opened the door, swiftly moving inside.

His face grew pale, his mouth falling agape, and his knees suddenly becoming very weak upon the realization.

He sat on Lady Elisanna's bed, resting his head on his hands.

 

"I've failed my duty..."

He mumbled to himself, all the while his small bit of sanity began to melt, the ever present but non-existent sounds, smells, and feelings all returning at once in a wave over him.

 

[HeyitsNano 1582]

The war had been won, and the Kingdom of Oren prevailed. The Baron of Ames knelt in the basilica before the altar. It was time to reflect, to pray to the Lord God and the skies above for what was lost and what was to come.

 

Only, the Baron ran towards a better horizon, one of prosperity, of faith, of order. To him, the girls, left to consume the raw remains of both a false state and parent, ran away from it.

 

Forever, they would run away. It would become all they ever knew.

 

Indeed. He loved his daughters. The truth would forever burn bright, but not bright enough.
 

For, in honest terms, falsehood festers faster than truth.