Sarah Tintagyl Posted April 21, 2010 Report Share Posted April 21, 2010 [i]Some Years Ago... Helsinki, Confederate Tion[/i] "He can't make me do something I don't want to do." Sarah said to herself as she stuffed clothes from opened drawers into an open duffel bag sprawled out across her bed. "That's Samuel's life, not mine..." She stopped and sighed looking at herself in the large mirror and the picture of her brother embedded between the ebony and glass. "Why did you have to die...you shouldn't have had to die and why am I doing this." Running her hands through her hair, Sarah sat back down on the bed and looked out at the open window and the Tionese snowfall that was happening outside. It was November and there was several feet of snow on the ground, the wind was cold and the city lights of Helsinki illuminated the horizon as far as the eye could see, though given the cloud cover it really wasn't that far, but beyond that fog was where she was heading, along with two-thousand Tionese Marks in her pocket to hopefully try and start something new with her life or at least prove to her father that his plans for her were not going to stick. Her brother Samuel had passed away and was to become the heir to the Tintagyl Estate, fortune, as well as the Chief Executive Officer of the Baltica Steel Works Corporation. One of the strongest independently owned businesses in Tion. At Samuel's death, Alexander Tintagyl looked to the only person left who he could trust with such a responsibly, his daughter Sarah. His daughter who had never picked up a political science book in her life, his daughter who spent her time at house parties and coming home stoned or drunk. Needless to say, for the spoiled eighteen year old, her father's plans of growing up were to be resisted even if she died doing so, which given her plan was a distinct possibility. Everything had been set up, Sarah had stolen rope from the garage that now hung half way down the side of the Tintagyl Estate, she had a bus schedule in her pocket that would take her to the outskirts of Tampere, from there it was a straight shot into the northern forests and lakes of Finland. She had gone out in the wilderness as a child with groups of friends, her father and mother had taken her and Samuel camping as well out in the north, some of the most fun in her life she had out in those wilds and yearned to return. If there was nothing left in Helsinki except what her father wanted to turn her into, then she figured the wild yielded a slightly better chance for her. A loud beep went off next to her as she clicked her watch off, it was time. Filling the rest of her duffel bag with clothes, toiletries, and food. The plan was after reaching Tampere and hiking through the wilderness to one of the small northern villages, to settle down and either forget the rest of the outside world and concentrate on what she loved, nature, maybe even get a teaching job in one of the villages and spend the rest of her life in peace, away from the demands of her father. With black snow boots that ran up to her knees, a pair of blue jeans, a long black wool coat, a pink scarf, and black beret, and spreading her hair to fall down her back, Sarah strapped the bag over her shoulder and walked over to the rope. It was tight, though she had never tested it before. Sort of a one shot-go, thing. Climbing out the window, Sarah removed her beret like an actress and bowed towards the door. "Well father, I bid you adieu, perhaps this will work out better for both of us and honestly, you should have been expecting this." She had tried to run away after her mother had died five years prior, earning her the title of 'Black Sheep of the Tintagyl Line'. Placing the hat back onto her head, Sarah began to shimmy down the rope, slowly, bit by bit she descended towards the ground. Then the sound of groaning began to come from the window and she could feel her body begin to fall along with the rope, her bottom bed post was coming undone. "OH GODDAMNI-" Sarah never finished the sentence before the rope flung into the air out of the window and she fell the rest of the way to the ground, landing in about three or four feet of snow, providing a nice cushion to her fall. Popping her head out of the snow, she watched the rope fall into the ground next to her, but besides that, the Estate was still silent. Standing up, out of the snow, Sarah brushed herself off and climbed down onto the cobblestone road that led out into the streets of Helsinki. Escaping the grounds of her father's estate, it didn't take journey through the city towards the bus stop that would take the young girl northward. Helsinki was exquisite that night, the Old City always had a certain charm to it that she loved and the smell of cappuccino, pastries, and other delights wafted from the buildings. She wanted to run in and get a danish, or a cup of coffee for the bus ride, but her schedule was night and changing it could be disastrous as she jogged through the streets. Her boots clicked as she did so, nearing the bus stop that was scheduled to depart for Tampere. The bus arrived about ten minutes later, she hopped one to find herself sharing the entire bus with an old man dressed in Laplander clothes. It was odd finding a Lapp down in Helsinki, at least this late at night, but she wouldn't judge any further than that and shaking the thought out of her head, Sarah walked towards the middle of the bus, eight seats away from the Laplander and plopped down with her bag and rested her head on the window. The bus took off with a jolt as she closed her eyes and started drifting off to sleep before the sound of her bag rustling around made her eyes flash open. Turning to her right, the Laplander had calmly put her bag on the ground below her feet and leaned back in his chair. "Can I help you?" Sarah tried to hide the annoyance in her voice, but it was obvious that with the entire bus empty, he had come over to talk with her, so trying to place a facade of any other reason was moot. "Not at all young lady, I just like the feeling of company at times. I am free to move on the bus, am I not?" He was an elderly man, a straggly gray beard and a weathered face. His clothes were hand stitched and made of fur, while his height dominated the petite five foot four Sarah. "If you would rather I would leave you to your peace I can do that as well." "Well no need to get defensive." "I assumed by the sound of your voice, it was you who was defensive." Damn...he didn't let anything slip by and she had just met him. She sighed and looked back out the window. "Sorry, its been a rough night. Had to get away for awhile to think." "Is that what the duffel bag is for? To get away to think?" She turned over and looked up at him. "Yes, I have a lot of things that I need to think about and that I can't do with the people around me now. Its..." Sarah shook her head. "Its complicated, that's all. Just kind of doing that journey to find myself and all, you know. Everyone goes through it once in their life. Listen, I'm sorry, but I don't even know you and spilling my entire life story isn't really something I want to do right now. I just..." The old man smiled and shook his hand. "Not at all Miss. I completely understand and my stop is coming up, I believe your stop in Tampere is coming up as well. But please take this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sapphire blue snowflake, a jewel of sorts and dropped it into her hand. It was cold to the touch. "Think of it as an understanding between strangers, I made the same journey when I was your age...it is an amazing journey to behold..." Sarah looked down at the snowflake in her hand and eyed it curiously. "Uh thank you...Mister..." She looked back to ask his name but the old man had already vanished. "Now I don't...wait...how did he know that I was going to Tampere?" A few hours later, Sarah's bus had arrived in Tampere, one of the small towns in the interior of Tion, from here there were roads leading to all the small villages in the forested interior. After having a breakfast of packaged pastries and a bottle of water, she hitched up the duffel bag on her shoulder and once again began to walk towards the old roads that she knew as a child towards the links to her past. Sarah stayed on the old roads for what seemed like hours, the village of Orivesi coming closer and closer, until a road detour pushed her off to the side. Scowling to herself and cursing her luck, Sarah decided on her own detour, after all, she figured if she had hiked these woods as a child, she would be able to get by as an eighteen year old. However, after four hours of hiking and with night fall quickly coming down, she regretted over traveling off the main road. Not quite to the point of tears yet, but in a miserable mood from the snow fall, her body chilled to the bone, the young girl found an outcropping of rock that would offer some shelter from the snowfall and maybe she would be able to warm up enough to fall asleep. "T-t-this wasn't how this was supposed to happen at all, I should be in a small inn by a roaring fire right now..." Removing her gloves, Sarah felt her face. Her palms nearly stuck to her her frozen cheeks, bright red by this point. Curling up in a ball, she huddled against the cold stone. "J-j-just n-n-need to fall a-a-asleep." Sarah closed her eyes and felt the cold sweep over her body and slowly, her fatigue from the hike began to push her into a dreamless sleep. Completely unaware that she still had the sapphire snowflake gripped tightly in her palm. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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