Realm: A Fictional Narrative

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“Alison,” Carla whispered as Alison grumbled, and pulled her quilt over her head. “Come on sleepy head. You have much to do this morning.”

“Mum I’m tired; let me sleep for another five minutes,” Alison groaned.

“Not today, you have to go somewhere,” Carla smiled slyly.

Alison groaned even more, before climbing out of bed.

“Mum! It’s only 7.30!” Alison protested when she looked at the clock on her bedside table.

“Yes, and believe me, you need all the hours you can get. Get dressed and come down for breakfast,” Carla said as she walked out of the room.

Carla was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, drinking her coffee and reading the Sunday newspaper, when Alison entered the kitchen with a frown.

“So what’s so important for me to be getting up so early on a Sunday morning?” Alison asked, looking at her mum’s gleeful face.

“You are to go to Onbrier with Simon, Robert and Sarah, that’s why,” Carla replied as she put milk on Alison’s cereal.

“And why?” Alison asked.

“The war. You need all the training you can get. It may take you years to

Master your skill, but at least you can come back here at about 9am and you can go back to bed. Now eat your cornflakes before they go soggy,” Carla nodded, when seeing Alison’s face droop.

“But Mum, I can’t go to Frinda. You know my feelings towards this war.”

“Well, he still has an army, who are not going to back down. You said so yourself, last night. And Amir will still need to go, even though he wishes no involvement in the war. He’s not going to sit in his castle drinking cups of tea while his army kill his sister now, is he? Even though he wishes not to be involved, I still think deep down he wants his sister dead and we need to protect her.”

“I don’t want Amir to die. He...

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“Jack? Jack,” Emma cried. “What’ve you done? I can’t live without him?”

“But he speaks to you like dirt. No one deserves that,” Carla retorted.

“He’s my husband; you have no right to poke your nose in. He’s right. You’re vile. Go now. GO!” Emma screamed.

Carla stormed off angrily, and pushed past Alison, who had hoped to calm the situation down.

“Can’t please some people,” Carla muttered under her breath.

“But Simon?” Alison asked.

“We’ll have to presume he’s well. I’ve really done it now. Lidah’s going to be angry when the report goes in,” Carla sighed.

Alison looked at the house before running after her mum, who once again had walked off shouting.

Simon looked out the window smiling. He’d heard the commotion from his bedroom and with a look of happiness showing on his bruised face he said.

“Farewell Dad.”
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