Sasha's cry

Just a short story that I have wrote to share hope you all enjoy the read.

In 1823, Sasha was traveling with a group

of gypsies through the valley of Loire.

To the the left there stood a castle it looked

As if it was carved out of the side of a mountain.

There was vines and greenery growing upon

the stones. A thick fog rose

off the nearby water giving it a eerie feeling. It sent chills

down Sasha's neck and back. Causing the hairs of her neck to

stand up. She couldn't wait till they made it to the nearby town.

Sasha was getting tired she needed her rest

for the long travel to Lotharingia where her father was living.

She had to find him she had not seen him since she was five.

Now since her mother and brother had died

he was the only family that she had left.

The wind was cold it cut through her cloak like a knife.

It caused her teeth to chatter.

The sky was ever so black the clouds covered the stars.

Blocking out the only light they had other than their lantern's.

The trees blew along with the wind.

Soon there was a sound of howling in the distance.

Sasha knew they had to move fast before the wolves

could catch their scent which wouldn't be long with the way

The wind was blowing. “We got to get to town!!!!”

She screamed out at the man in the lead.

Suddenly Sasha head the sound of a stick breaking she

knew they had found them. One jumped out of the brush

startling Sasha's horse. She fell to the ground as she

watched her horse kicking and running from the

wolves attacking him.Tears fell from her eyes.

The wind caused them to feel like pins

tearing at the corner of her eyes. In the distance she could hear

the screams of the Gypsies as the wolves attacked them.

Sasha knew the only hope she had was

to run toward the castle. In hopes they would offer her safety.

She ran as fast as She could through the trees in the woods

Tearing her sleeve and Cutting her shoulder.

She was to scared To feel the pain from the cut.

The blood ran down her arm. It seemed as if she was

running for hours when she finally reached the castle.

She knocked at the gate.

"Help please help the wolves are after me!"

She shouted with tears in her eyes.

The fear can be heard in her voice.

She soon heard the gate begin to lower.

“Who dares to bother the Lord Askan?”

My name is Sasha I was going to see my

father when the group of gypsies I was

traveling with was attacked by wolves.

I was thrown from my horse and the wolves chased him off.

I just need a safe place to rest I will be

on my way first thing in the

morning if you would give me sanctuary.