At school today we had shortened classes, so our teacher gave us a narrative writing assignment. He handed out pictures which had a title, caption, and detailed painting/photo/drawing. Then we had an hour to write away- just one rule, the caption had to be your topic sentence. So here is mine…..
So its true, she thought, its really true.
The sun slowly rose up over the horizon, awaking from its long slumber. Rich green leaves rustled as a swift cool breeze blew through the trees. Shimmering water flowed silently yet elegantly through a narrow river. I looked at my surroundings and compared them to back home, in London. In no way were they similar. This place was magnificently too beautiful to describe. This was Paradise.
And there a top a smooth slick rock beside the river, stood my purpose of this journey- the Harp of Fortune, both of good and bad luck. So I plucked a string and wished for my sister Stephanie to get better, rid of the unknown sickness she had. But something caught my eye- a figure walking his dog. Strange- I hadn’t expected anyone else to be in Paradise, especially with a dog.
“Hello Lauren Smith, welcome,” the tall man said, his voice sounding like honey. I realized a shining aura shone off his fair skin.
“Ummm, hi?” I responded, remembering my mother telling me not to talk to strangers. But this was different, I felt like I knew this person, though I didn’t recognize his face. “Who are you?”
“I am surprised Lauren, don’t you know? I am the Keeper of the Mist, savior of life and leader of death. I am you father,” he said calmly, smiling happily at me, clearly amused.
I looked at him, confused. My father had disappeared 10 years ago when I was 3 and Stephanie was a newborn baby. Mother never told us about him. But I knew this was the truth. “Dad? But how?”
“I know it doesn’t make any sense, but what does? You made it here to the land of Paradise. Quite remarkable,” Father responded to me wistfully. I started to walk towards him and though this might be my true purpose, to find my dad.
“Welcome, Lauren,” he sighed, content. As I walked to him, I unknowingly dropped the fine string into the river, forgetting about Stephanie and the Harp.
