Run

I rush out under the blanket of darkness, with a flickering lantern in one hand. The time has come for me to escape from the palace, but as my shoes hit the mud from last night’s deluge, I wonder if I have made the right choice. Looking back at the silhouette of the castle, I can vision the candlelit towers, bright in the darkness. I disappear amongst the trees.

Standing at the train station, I look around but it is past midnight, the precious half an hour where the palace is not constantly swarmed by guards and servants. I hear a distant rumbling, and a train rushes through and doors open, a monotonous voice announcing the “Bradbury Villeton”. I gulp, and step onto the first form of public transportation ever.

They don't recognize you. They don't recognize you, I murmured to myself, looking around. By “they” I meant an old man, a doctor, and the train lady. The ringing of the phones and the whispers of voices whistled through the train to the point where I became worried; that even the slightest movement could make someone notice me just a tad too much, and that meant someone finding out who I was. I stared out of the begrimed window, and I remembered my last thoughts before leaving…

I had been staring wistfully at the thin halo of light still visible between the murky clouds, when my watch beeped. 00:05, I read, then quietly crept out of bed and into one of the many hallways. Excluding the occasional bustling maid, the castle was completely empty, and it was perfect to put my plan into action. I checked that all my belongings were still bundled up in my suitcase, I disguised myself as a maid, and crept along. Sorry mother and father , but I had to. I couldn’t see dawn signify another day while I listlessly did nothing but wander around the castle.

Although my parents wanted me to have an easy lifestyle and handed everything to me on a silver platter, it was all getting to much. A tinge of homesickness floods into me as the train screeches to a stop. I look out, but the castle is only a speck, like the baked dirt on the window pane.

My stomach churns as I step out of the train into the billowing wind. My horse has stayed put where I stationed it earlier for my plan, and I jump aboard. Taking a deep breath I look into the woods again. It’s time to step into the wild, but as I race off at record breaking speed, I can’t help but feel adventure singing in the wind