I sprinted across the sunshine meadow. The breeze lifted my hair. The trees danced all around me. I came to a wall and decided to climb it. I wondered what was on the other side. I could hear giggling. The sweetest voice in the world was singing, ‘What a glorious day.’ I peeped over the other side. There was a man there, the height of a gnome. His 400 year old face looked down at me. He stared into my bright blue eyes. His forehead creased and his lips pierced together. In a moment his soft, pale hands grabbed my skinny arm, and pulled me over. I was falling, the song faded. I could hear his real laugh coming out. The wind pummelled against my frail, ruby cheeks. I stopped mid-air. Frozen. I now heard screaming. Ice surrounded me. The gnome had gone.
Tags: Fantasy opening, Philana H