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Title:Taramia
story starter: Bethany?
genre:sci fi
writers: Bethany, Darlene Kirkpatrick
story type: story round
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can it be nominated to be a fb story:yes

premise: after accidentally stepping through a portal/trap of her uncle, a wizards' creation, Taramia (age 11, originally from England circa king Arthur's time) finds herself locked into Indian times and is adopted by a Cherokee chief. On returning home at age 20, Tara is unsure if she wants to stay home or return to her true love.

Taramia ran as fast as she could out of the market. The man with the knife was just steps behind her. Once out in the street, she dodged under a wagon and ran full speed into the woods. She ran until her legs felt like rubber under her before she slowed and looked back. The man was no where to be seen. She ducked under a large rock, watching and listening for signs that he had followed her.

Hours passed. Taramia began to doze. When she woke, it was almost dark. Her stomach grumbled. She pulled out her pack and took bread out. Stale bread. Her taste buds complained with each bite, but it was all she had. The man with the knife had not given her time to pack much. He;d said she and her uncle were going for an outing. Once they got to town, though, her uncle disappeared and the new servant had pulled a knife and lunged at her. It was only by sheer luck that she was able to get away unharmed.
Taramia put the rest of the bread up and slung her pack on her back. It was time to get out of the woods and find help. She looked around. Nothing looked familiar. Which way had she come from?

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She look at the ground and seeing her foot prints started off in that direction. Her foot prints were sporadic and then seamed to disappear but she kept going the same direction. Occasionally she will see signs of her earlier passage a broken twig, mashed down grass, or a foot print. She walked for so long all the while thinking surely the road is just a head, surely the village and market or just over that hill. Yet on she walked with no sign of civilization anywhere and it was starting to get dark.


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The moon had risen overhead, but the darkness permeated the deep forest. Taramia sat against the trunk of a large tree. Her eyes wandered upward, scaling the bark of the centuries-old tree. She felt lost, and her sobs rose from deep inside and poured onto the silent ground. Taramia was all alone. She breathed deeply, inhaling the wisdom of the stars and succumbing to the lullaby of the crickets. Soon, she felt overwhelmed by sleep, and she drifted away beneath the old oak tree. Taramia entered the oak door and began to climb up, up, all the way up to heaven.

From the top of the tree, she saw a light in the distance and called out to her love. She felt the branches of the tree wrap around her. It was peaceful, the way a mother cradles her infant, and Taramia did not struggle. All of a sudden, the branches disappeared, and Taramia was falling. She fell through the ground and kept going, landing face first in a dark pool of water. Taramia woke with a start- the wet made her shiver and she clutched her bare arms. Looking around, Taramia saw the outlines of the town around her. She climbed out of the fountain and began to walk toward the cottage with a trembling candle in the window.


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Waiting for someone. That's what a light in the window meant. She had seen them in the windows of soldiers' and sailors' families. Who were they waiting on?


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