Woodscharge Chapter 8

Posted on: Jul 17, 2019
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Hello, Goslings!

The story is in the comments and is from Amber's perspective!

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Eee, so good C3
*sigh*

Rogues.
XD
All hail Amber, queen of sudden and irrational ideas!

XD
*sigh*

Rogues.
I'm now suddenly worried. XD
All hail Amber, queen of sudden and irrational ideas!

XD
I'm now suddenly worried. XD
Pixiestory!

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'Actually,' I laugh, 'you'd probably just be happy that I held my own in a fight. And that I protected Emma. I wish you could have seen it.'

I sigh and return to my bed, pulling the quilt up and over my shoulders.

-I hate this town- I think, -I hate how prison-like it feels. I want to leave.-

But to go into those woods alone is suicide.

But I wanna avenge my mom. And dad. And Morgan's mom.

Morgan.

And then, as I fall asleep, I begin to have a plan.
(GAH! I gtg, sorry for commenting before you're done (it's great so far), Bye! C3 )
On the chest lay three items-a finger-less leather glove, a sky-blue bandanna, and a glimmering golden sword.

My mom's stuff.

I ignore the items and open the chest, digging through for a pale blue nightgown. I change into it, let my hair out of its low ponytail, and stare out the window for only a minute.

'Mom, what would you say to this?' I ask aloud, looking down at the cut on my arm. It's stopped bleeding but still hurts a bit.
Nurm hardly looks alarmed when I open the door. He frowns at the wound on my arm and leg, but then seems to shrug.

'Hi!' I call. He greets me with a villager sound, and I continue to my room.

The attic bedroom that I own is fairly small, a little window on the far end only letting in a bit of light. I flick on an overhead lantern and survey the scene-a bed covered in a deep blue quilt, and small wooden table to act as a nightstand, and a wooden chest in the corner.