Rose And Her Sisters: A Narrative Fiction

Rose and her sisters Ignacia, Misty and Marina never had normal lives. They were witches, just like everyone else in Artimia, but they lived alone. Their parents left them when they were young. They’ve always wanted to know what really happened to their parents. They lived on their own since Ignacia was 6. Soon enough, they will find out what really happened to their parents. Ignacia, the oldest sister, is 16. She has short red hair that is naturally curled. She looks very pale and has amber eyes like looking into a fire. She is about 5’8 and has freckles on her nose and cheeks. Rose, the middle child, is 14. She has medium length, brown hair with little waves in them. She has tanned skin and has green eyes like your looking into a meadow. She is just as tall as her sister and has freckles only
Rose, what happened.” Ignacia was more serious than usual. She knew her sister sneaks out to the mountain sometimes too. “The leader just needs to see her. Now Rose, please just come with us.” Rose looked at her sister and thought for a minute. “Only if I can take Ignacia. We’ve always wanted to see the mountain and she’s very important to me.” They looked at each other for a moment then nodded. “Take only things you would need and we’ll head down there.” They ran into the house and started to pack. When Ignacia walked into her room, she had a bucket full of water fall on her head. They packed everything and ran outside. “Let’s go. The leader doesn’t like to wait.” Then they started heading up the mountain. Misty finally came out of the water dry. She walked into the house to find her sister sitting on the couch. “Where’s Ignacia and Rose? Did you do something to them? You did didn’t you! What did you do!” Marina looked down and frowned. She then looked up with a nervous smile. “Marina, what