The Village
The next morning she woke up, and dressed in ripped light blue jeans and a light gray tee-shirt. Aliddia grabbed the pocket knife, which she got from her father the day before, and slid in in her back pocket. She straightened her naturally wavy hair and walked into the tiled kitchen where Allidia cooked herself breakfast; eggs and bacon. After breakfast, her father went to work which was protecting the village from dragons. She said her goodbyes and walked back to her room. Allidia gently moved a picture of a viking from the wall, being careful to not leave any trace of her moving it. Behind the picture was a light blue door, which she had discovered a year back, and goes through often(which leads to an abandoned barn-like house nobody knows about). She went through the deer sized door (crawling), and stood up instantly and carefully. On the other side of the dark room was a dark brown rocking chair, next to it was an abandoned fireplace (unlit), which the rocking chair was facing. The walls were made of gray cobblestone. The floor had dark green carpet. To summon up, the room looked like it belonged in the mid-evil times(I think I spelled that wrong). Anyways, Allidia had walked to the left of the room, which was where a black door stood. She opened up the door slightly, looked left and right anxious and nervously, as she always did (she was now looking at the village), and saw that the narrow street was abandoned, not but one person was standing there. Quickly, she walked out onto the gray gravel road. Allidia walked many blocks, until she finally had gotten to the center of the village, which was buzzing with activity. She blended into the crowd with her average clothing and walked off to the news stand, where stood Charlie.
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