The Life and Many Close-to-death-expiriences Of Scarlett Jasmine Ellen Mary Williams

Hello! My name is Scarlett Jamsine Ellen Mary Williams. I know, long name isn't it! I feel bad for the harold who has to annouce my arrivial wherever I go. I was born into a royal family. The third in a family of eight, yes four sisters and one brother. Well I did once actually have two other siblings, but they are gone now. I was one of three triplets born to Edward Mark Redolphe Fredrick Williams and Susan Elizabeth Williams. The two I was born with were Charlette Drake Elizabeth May Williams and Alecto Travis Sam Tucker Williams. Alecto was oldest, then me, then our Charlette. Charlette was my favorite, even after I got my other sisters and brother. Then one year a drought hit the land, sucking all the nutrients from the ground, allowing no food to be grown. My sister was always a helpful, gentle, loving soul and only wanted to help the peasants. She went down every morning and gave them bread, wine, and fresh water. My father did not know about this, for if he did I shudder at what could have happened to my sister. The townspeople were sick and suffering, but they worshiped my sister, gave her whatever they could. One woman gave my sister her own wedding ring. She was young, only about eighteen and she would not take it back. When Charlette fell sick, doctors gave medical reasons why. Only my mother, Alecto, and I knew the truth. Her lungs had been infected by the dust of the grimy village, sickness spread to her by the villagers diseased hands, grasping her with thanks. My sister died in a matter of days. The sickness to strong for her body to fight off. Alecto and I watched, horror-struck as the laid our sister's body into the ground forever. My mother banished us from ever leaving the palace for the village again. I watched from the roof of the greenhouse as the messenger announced my Charlette's death. Moans of shock and grief spread throughout the crowd. Many fell to their knees and begged for it not to be true. Only one person stayed calm, the girl who had given up her wedding ring. She bowed her head in prayer and looked up to the sky. I could barely see the tears glimmering on her cheeks. Barely a year after on our twelth birthday, Alecto and I went out for a ride on our horses. I rode Charlette's horse Maggie, and Alecto rode his own black horse, Knight. I had my horse too, a white female named Trina but she had been tired latley, so I took my sister's pinto. We stopped at our secret place, a small hollow hidden by willow trees. A small creek ran through it and then underground so no one could track it to our place. We called it "Charlette's Hollow" because she had been the one to find it, and after she died, a small maple, more beautiful and sweet than all the others grew in the middle of all those willows. The creek they named Scarlett Creek because I liked it the most and we found artifacts from battles fought on this very land in the creek. We called it Scarlett Creek as a symbol of violence, death, bravery, and blood. Well I took a dip in the water while my brother watched me, his face more aged and lined than ever. He too had suffered from our sister's death. He had been the oldest, and he believed it had been and still was his responsibility to protect us. Well I had be walking when something shot from the water. I screamed and backed away, splashing blindly through the water. I fell on rock after rock and could feel blood pouring from my skin. Something lashed out again, and I fell close to the shore. My eyes cleared and I saw the largest watersnake I had ever seen, preparing to strike true. My brother grabbed me and shielded me with his body. I felt him flinch as the angry snake struck him again and again with it's venomous fangs. Finally it slithered away and back into the water. I felt my brother slouch forward and I jumped back with a scream of horror at the sight of his back. Nine times the snake had hit, two on his lower back, six on his upper back, and one on the back of his neck. My brother flinched and spasmed, his eyes saw no light, I knew, deep inside me, there was no help, he was in misery and pain. I held him and ran out, running from the scene, screaming for help. I knew that it was no use, my brother ws dead before I left the hollow. The number nine seemed to haunt me throughout my short life. Nine times had Charlette went to the town, nine days had it taken for her to die, nine times had we visited the hollow, nine times did the snake strike, nine seconds it took for my brother to follow so soon after my sister, and nine times would someone try to kill me before they succeed.