Watcher Chapter Two

Alexander

A horse skreeming.

A boy yelling.

A girls skreem.

Father yeling.

“Oh no,” I’m wisspering to myself.

I’m oppening the door of the carrage, and father is hopping off the front of the carrage (he insists on driving himself), with his spair whip in his hand.

A small dark skined girl had fallen infront of the carage.

Father is raising his whip.

“Father!” I’m, saying.

Father jumped, and turned around, suprised, and mabye alittle anoied, his armor shining, and since he has no helm, father's short whight hair is glinting like snow.

“You promised.” I reminded him.

He grunted, “Oh yes,” he said, sighing.

He climbed back onto the carrage kinda grumbling to himself.

I'm helping the girl up. Her dark hair hangs like a curtan behind her. Her green eyes look into mine, and she seems releved. A dark skined boy who looks like her brother is running in, along with a bigger light skined boy who must be a freind as I’m walking back to the carriage.