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The Seasons Changed
Knowing that Agnes and Fatma fought was like knowing Santa Clause existed.
“Where are they now?” I asked.
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Mathilda The Adorn Knight I
Agnes was sat on the opposite end of our olden table. Before she went there, she said that she would be eating with someone else, and it turned out that it was a crowd, that I had no idea she was friends with. While Fatma was in the middle of the table and she was only with Linda. She just waved and smiled at us as she sat there. “What happened to them? Are they still fighting?”
Mathilda The Adorn Knight II
The smell of the herbs on the mortar was greeting me every time I would let the pestle meet its surface. It was a strong blend of bitterness and weird. This was the third medicine I unsuccessfully brewed, it meant it was time to go. I stopped, and turned to them. Gabriel and Michael were still having a heated yet silent argument, butI interrupted them, “Gabriel, I think it is time.”
Mathilda The Pursuit for Truth
The knights started barricading everything in our convent. My sisters and I successfully arrived at the mess hall for dinner. But we were greeted by Sister Rene for we were late, “Why are you late?” She asked, and I could not think of anything to say.
Mathilda The Clueless Gal
AbigailThere was a crawling crack on its lower part and the wobbly handle was tied by a string of pink yarn she received as a gift from Mathilda. Even though the hand mirror was already broken, she still kept it, or better yet treasured it, for it was the only thing that could remind her of her ended precious life.It was precious for she was from a wealthy family. Her parents owned a big marble house that had plentiful number of help and they had acres of farm
Mathilda The Drowned Fox
AgnesAgnes was immediately surrounded by her new pack as she arrived on the mess hall. They were six girls– Sister Mary, Sister Jessa, Sister Lydia, Sister Elizabeth, Sister Lily, and Sister Emily. Agnes was the last one to join and that made them seven in total. She was little known around the convent for being the little version of Mathilda– the right hand of the only trouble
Mathilda The Little Hummingbird
FatmaMathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore.
Mathilda The Pastel Dress
HanaBefore the neighboring rooster could annoyingly crow, Hana was already awakened. She did not need to wake that early anymore, but her body was used to it that even her softened bed could not prolong her rest. As she stood, even the little pup, Boy, who was curled like a yarn beside her, complained that it was too early to start the day. But she still continued on, and only gave the pet a pat.
Mathilda The Feral Child
Edith Edith had no memories other than the convent, but the farm. Not the farm where Hana was living now, but the far away farm where she fed herself by stealing young cabbages. To her mind, it was her first home and the farmer and his wife were her parents. And that they gave her away to the sisters.
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