The Island
River could hear the wind blowing above her among the parapet of the castle tower. The floors had collapsed long ago and all that was left were the round outer walls. The wind seemed to increase in strength as it bellowed down the middle of the structure, ignoring the slits and window openings. Smashing to the bottom, the years of accumulated debris flew around the inside of the building. She pulled herself deeper into the coving she had found in one of the two small hallways that led to the tower. Wind funnelled down the hallway she was in, creating an unearthly roar. She squeezed her eyes shut, pulled her hood tighter and put her head down onto her pulled up knees. She wished she had her ear defenders again but she had dropped them somewhere on her last outing. She couldn’t go back to find them as the storm had arrived and it would have been too wet. As the wind howled around her, she clutched a little heart shaped locket to her chest. It was the only thing left of worth in her possession and it would be the last thing she would ever contemplate of selling. The locket was made of titanium and apart from the heart shape it was otherwise plain. The original chain it had was long gone. The locket now hung on another chain that she had found on the street when passing through old Blythe town. It was her only find there, the streets were overgrown and filled with rubbish. She didn’t stay long as she heard there were gangs that would frequent the towns for fun. Fun another word for arson among other things. The new chain was thicker and heavier, she didn’t know what the metal was but assumed it was silver as it was black and blue from all the tarnish. The locket was the only link to her past and the only proof for her future.
