CHAPTER ONE

 

 

PILOTE

Missing for all her life for decades, whereas an old woman who was looking at her gigantic mega-mansion's cleared glass window outside in Russia. Around that cold rainy night where a thunderstorm echoes through the hallway of her mansion without end. Despite all that, she believes with her heart, mind, soul, hope, truth, and trust that her oldest great-grandchild would be founded by her. Her name was Nasara Judges, a one hundred nineteen year old, still attractive gorgeous British woman. Though she was old enough to stand was wearing all clean pants and long sleeve sweater sleeping clothes. Worries were on her face but she was taken away to rest on her bed. 

Elsewhere on that same cold rainy night, a man by the name of Mvuela Mwamba, twenty-six,  a cutest African who came from America that is I. I marched downstairs to get a bottle of water in the fridge. I have curly noir hair, brown eyes, and wear my long-sleeve white sweater, a grey training pants, and black and grey socks. 

Unfortunately, I overheard a gushing wind through the wide open door. I  walked towards it, I was alert, and ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat against a peculiar intruder. Where I met face to face with a young girl all drenched wet in front of me. I  could see everything because she was wearing a clear short-short white dress.  

"Redemption! Please, please kind man. Please, do not allow them to take me. I am pleading with you.  And these terrible monsters are after me. Help, help me please! I am sure they are coming after me. Please,  I am begging you. I do anything. Perhaps I will become a good girl, " she panted. 

I blinked endlessly in confusion as I looked back and forth at the frightening girl. Her eyes were traumatized with fear and were looking at me trying to figure out what I will do with her.  

"Excuse me? Would you mind telling me about yourself? And who are you talking about? I don't see these monsters who are coming after you?" I blinked. 

"Dawn. I mean my name is Dawn," she insisted.

  Unless I  went to check at the entrance, looking north and south even before me, but could not see anybody coming after her. 

"No one is coming. Look behind you!" I answered. 

 Out of breath till she collapsed in front of me on the cold floor,  I overheard her breathing very hard and that's why she collapsed because she was extremely exhausted from all the running in the harsh cold rain night. I  closed the front glass door shut, moments later,  I look through the cleared glass door of the darkness night for the last time. I returned back to where she sounded asleep, picked her up with a sign.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.04.2022

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