Ruby walked quickly and quietly down the dirt pathway through the forest, red hood up, covering her short raven hair and delicate-featured face. Everything about the girl was tiny and appeared weak; dainty; pretty. Yet the opposite was true. The later, especially, in what was her true form. But the author digresses.
She soon comes to the outskirts of a town. 'Welcome to Backwater', a dilapidated and melancholy sign wavering slightly in the wind reads in weathered black text. She sighs lightly, looking at it. This was the place. Here, she had been told, an old grandmother of thirteen laid, laid on her deathbed, singing her final days away to the children. Though quite sad, as Ruby thought it, it was nice to have a calmer trip. Everyone needs a break now and again, yes?
As she strolled down the quiet, yet warm with life and love of families inside the houses surrounding street, she smiles softly, enjoying the piano music and joyful singing coming from a nearby bar.
And Ruby assured herself that nothing could go wrong.
She soon comes to the outskirts of a town. 'Welcome to Backwater', a dilapidated and melancholy sign wavering slightly in the wind reads in weathered black text. She sighs lightly, looking at it. This was the place. Here, she had been told, an old grandmother of thirteen laid, laid on her deathbed, singing her final days away to the children. Though quite sad, as Ruby thought it, it was nice to have a calmer trip. Everyone needs a break now and again, yes?
As she strolled down the quiet, yet warm with life and love of families inside the houses surrounding street, she smiles softly, enjoying the piano music and joyful singing coming from a nearby bar.
And Ruby assured herself that nothing could go wrong.