Matthew shouting, then Sam crossly instructing him to calm down. Quickly flinging her diary across the bed, she raced towards Matthew.
Matthew was stubbornly looking at Sam, and Sam was sternly looking back at him.
Walking around the back of Matthew, Catherine stroked her hand gently across his tense shoulders, but Matthew didn’t respond. Sitting herself beside him she asked, “Is everything ok?”
Sam coughed, Matthew snorted, and Catherine didn’t dare asking again.
From the corner of her eye, Catherine clocked Nathan approaching them. Carrying a pile of freshly cut logs, Nathan asked, “Hi guys, how are tricks?”
Catherine shrugged her shoulders. Nathan looked at Sam then at Matthew before playfully jabbing Sam.
“Well, Sam,” he went on to say, “I think you’ve met your match.”
Quickly shifting her eyes from Matthew to Nathan, Sam sighed, “Weren’t you suppose to be getting breakfast sorted, Nathan? I suggest you do!”
Nathan nodded his head and rapidly walked away to collect some more fire wood.
“You are not going, Matthew!” Sam stated with intent.
If looks could kill, Matthew would have dropped dead right there.
Not intimidated by Sam, Matthew rose to his feet. Stepping closer and towering over Sam, he replied assertively, “I am going, so you can either help me or not, but I will cross the river and enter Darkmoor.”
Sam dismissed Matthew and turned towards Catherine, “What are you going to do then… Catherine?”
Catching her off guard, Catherine stuttered, “I… I…”
“Go on,” Sam demanded, “are you going to follow your boyfriend?” she added sarcastically.
Matthew took a few paces away from camp, his head bowed as he blushed about what Sam had said.
Watching Matthew walk away from her, Catherine suddenly stood to her feet and called after him, “I’m coming with you!”
Turning back to face her, Matthew’s smile widened, “What?” he asked.
Lifting her arms up into the gloomy grey sky she said, “How could I not? I mean, well, erm.”
Matthew continued to smile at her and Catherine could feel her cheeks burning red. Letting herself get lost in his eyes, she almost forgot where she was.
“Hum,” Sam coughed breaking Matthew and Catherine’s gaze, “You two are crazy, but,”
Matthew darted his eyes across to Sam, “But...?” Matthew asked rapidly.
“But if you’re so determined to get yourselves killed, then I suppose I shouldn’t stand in your way,” Sam flashed a crooked grin at Matthew.
Trudging towards him she patted his shoulders, “Don’t be too thrilled, Matthew, I’m coming with you!” Accompanying Sam’s promise was a roar of laughter which explosively echoed throughout camp.
Dear Diary,
Me, Matthew and Sam are going to cross that white misty river tomorrow. I couldn’t let him go without me. Anyway, we are practising how to use a bow and arrow after breakfast. Apparently that’s the only way to kill Darkmoor’s monsters. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I always thought adventures of mysterious lands where just make believe, and here I am trapped in one. I really hope I don’t die, I’m too young to die! Please God if you’re listening, please keep us safe, please!
I wonder if there is a poster of me and Matthew missing?
Right, that’s Claire shouting everyone to wash up before breakfast so bye for now.
Catherine closed her diary and hugged it tightly. All her memories were stored between those pink leather covers. Everything she ever thought about, everything she’d ever done, even happy times with Crow. Catherine shuddered as she thought of him, that big black crow who had watched her for years. Scared of what they might find across the river, somehow despite her fears, Catherine felt ready to face Crow or Darkmoor, whoever he, or it, was.
* * *
“Right Catherine, Claire is going to show you how to fire arrows, and Andrew is going to show Matthew,” Sam spoke with authority.
“And
Matthew was stubbornly looking at Sam, and Sam was sternly looking back at him.
Walking around the back of Matthew, Catherine stroked her hand gently across his tense shoulders, but Matthew didn’t respond. Sitting herself beside him she asked, “Is everything ok?”
Sam coughed, Matthew snorted, and Catherine didn’t dare asking again.
From the corner of her eye, Catherine clocked Nathan approaching them. Carrying a pile of freshly cut logs, Nathan asked, “Hi guys, how are tricks?”
Catherine shrugged her shoulders. Nathan looked at Sam then at Matthew before playfully jabbing Sam.
“Well, Sam,” he went on to say, “I think you’ve met your match.”
Quickly shifting her eyes from Matthew to Nathan, Sam sighed, “Weren’t you suppose to be getting breakfast sorted, Nathan? I suggest you do!”
Nathan nodded his head and rapidly walked away to collect some more fire wood.
“You are not going, Matthew!” Sam stated with intent.
If looks could kill, Matthew would have dropped dead right there.
Not intimidated by Sam, Matthew rose to his feet. Stepping closer and towering over Sam, he replied assertively, “I am going, so you can either help me or not, but I will cross the river and enter Darkmoor.”
Sam dismissed Matthew and turned towards Catherine, “What are you going to do then… Catherine?”
Catching her off guard, Catherine stuttered, “I… I…”
“Go on,” Sam demanded, “are you going to follow your boyfriend?” she added sarcastically.
Matthew took a few paces away from camp, his head bowed as he blushed about what Sam had said.
Watching Matthew walk away from her, Catherine suddenly stood to her feet and called after him, “I’m coming with you!”
Turning back to face her, Matthew’s smile widened, “What?” he asked.
Lifting her arms up into the gloomy grey sky she said, “How could I not? I mean, well, erm.”
Matthew continued to smile at her and Catherine could feel her cheeks burning red. Letting herself get lost in his eyes, she almost forgot where she was.
“Hum,” Sam coughed breaking Matthew and Catherine’s gaze, “You two are crazy, but,”
Matthew darted his eyes across to Sam, “But...?” Matthew asked rapidly.
“But if you’re so determined to get yourselves killed, then I suppose I shouldn’t stand in your way,” Sam flashed a crooked grin at Matthew.
Trudging towards him she patted his shoulders, “Don’t be too thrilled, Matthew, I’m coming with you!” Accompanying Sam’s promise was a roar of laughter which explosively echoed throughout camp.
Dear Diary,
Me, Matthew and Sam are going to cross that white misty river tomorrow. I couldn’t let him go without me. Anyway, we are practising how to use a bow and arrow after breakfast. Apparently that’s the only way to kill Darkmoor’s monsters. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I always thought adventures of mysterious lands where just make believe, and here I am trapped in one. I really hope I don’t die, I’m too young to die! Please God if you’re listening, please keep us safe, please!
I wonder if there is a poster of me and Matthew missing?
Right, that’s Claire shouting everyone to wash up before breakfast so bye for now.
Catherine closed her diary and hugged it tightly. All her memories were stored between those pink leather covers. Everything she ever thought about, everything she’d ever done, even happy times with Crow. Catherine shuddered as she thought of him, that big black crow who had watched her for years. Scared of what they might find across the river, somehow despite her fears, Catherine felt ready to face Crow or Darkmoor, whoever he, or it, was.
* * *
“Right Catherine, Claire is going to show you how to fire arrows, and Andrew is going to show Matthew,” Sam spoke with authority.
“And
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