Winter Crisis

I wrote this when I was in primary school, and my writing skills weren't as developed then as they are now, so please excuse all mistakes and poor pieces of writing, and notify me of them if they bother you.
The ENTIRE movella is copied from the word document I wrote it in, so some fo the paragraphs may not be paragraphs anymore.
Northana has frozen over! In a rush to evacuate, Lydia loses her way and encounters a prison. There she meets Heather, a nine-year-old girl who hasn't seen her family in years. Together, they escape and vow to set things right.


3. Tangling With Trouble

“Maybe...”Answered Heather.

They knew they would be in grave danger as soon as  they stepped out into  the freezing cold of winter and the chill of night.They had to ‘play along’ carefully until they could work their way out.

As they both peered into the darkness , their facial features became clearer and clearer. They gasped, “Purple hair!” Lydia let out. “Fur coat!”  Screamed Heather. As they spoke, a turquoise silk cloth fell onto the ground. “Ohh! Lydia was bawled over! “It reminds me of my elder sister, Turquoise, when I’m having a hard time.” Heather smiled meekly. “Have you ever searched this place?” Questioned Lydia, obviously trying to divert attention from Heather’s distressing situation. “Yes. But I haven’t found anything, though.” Heather replied, depressed. Then a draft passed through the prison cell which resulted in a scrap of cork paper.

They read it. A moment of suspense passed by then the cell bars began to rise. There in the open doorway stood a mysterious figure. It was clear that whoever it was, they wanted something. By now it was sure to be dark already. It was too dark to even have a chance of escape now, they had to wait till’ dawn besides, the guards would have known the instant they got out.

Meanwhile, in a far-from-fear lodge, taking place, was a serious discussion, a pie-making contest, marshmallows spit-roasting but only one door remained unlocked.  

Behind that door, a fire burning, sitting in a circle, voices could be heard. The conversation seemed to be between a father and his children.

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