Noel
By Kimberly Madsen
Edited by: Lindsey Madsen
Can you imagine if your friends were all your family? And then something happened to your friends, something big, what would you do? In this book, Noel has only her friends to look after her, and then something strikes. How will she overcome it, or will she overcome it for now. For Noel, this is life and death. Let it be the same to you in this wonderful, detailed book, written for kids, by a kid.
Noel’s life was much different than before. This was because, as a child, she had been carried by the river that flowed near by. She had been taken in and raised by her some girls her age, namely, Brooke, Amy, and Nicole. Together, they made a house near the river and dedicated it home. The only thing Noel remembered about the river was the pain from her scratches and scrapes. Her leg was still scarred. But she remembered nothing of life before her friends.
Her friends had never been able to figure out where Noel came from, as there were too many villages up where the river flowed. They also knew the village was far away, judging from how scratched Noel was.
She claimed she saw smoke lifted off the mountain just like a fire smoking in the night. She had told her friends as well, but didn’t believe her, saying that she was seeing things because of spending too much time out running. They declared the adrenalin must have gotten to her brain.
But Nicole saw the smoke, too.
Noel often went on journeys to the village, and on her way, she would pass Nicole and the two would talk about recent gossip. But they could never talk about the smoking mountain, because if they were overheard by their friends, they would be teased until laughter was so loud, the mountain shook with them.
At the moment, Noel was sitting up in bed, watching the stars fade into the sky, like magic. “What lay beyond in the mountains that were so far away in the distance? Would she have to stay cooped up in a chicken pen much longer?” she thought to herself.
Then something strange happened, something that would change her life forever. A soft chanting voice echoed from the distance. It was a low, cruel chant, and judging by the intensity of the foot steps, whatever was making the noise was very large, much larger than anything Noel had ever hunted, and she had hunted bears and moose. It must be a huge, dangerous creature, and a murderous one, too.
She turned over quicker than he eye could see, heart pounding in her chest. She had to warn her friends. As she began crawling over to the beds of her friends, she realized that only Nicole was awake, her face as pale as a new moon.
At first, Noel expected her to collapse, judging by how pale and scared she looked. But she got out of bed and together, they shook their sisters awake. But something was wrong. Brooke did not wake, and when they turned her over, shock spread across their faces. A gigantic gash lay upon her back, as if her flesh had been cleanly cut with a knife. Blood flew out of her lower back and her whole body was cold and pale. There was still a pulse, and the blood was still, which was good news. But tears still batted at Noels eyes. She knew Brooke could not survive without help. Or she might not survive at all.
Was death on the scene? The answer was clear. But the question of “Could they all escape death with the help of each other?” still rang clear through Noel’s mind. Amy seemed to feel as if it were a joke and told off
You really need to get to know what’s going on around you. How can we help her?” inquired Noel. “The only plant that might help her is far away and is under monster’s property.” commented Nicole quietly. “Let’s go.” “Wait a minute. How do you know that?” asked Noel suspiciously. Amy cleared her throat. “ Have you guys not noticed that our friend is in a bad situation and here you are blabbering along about how you know what and our past. Yes I agree we have to go to find a curer , but shouldn’t we go now? Nicole went to over to the horses and brought them to camp. Noel hoisted Brooke onto Amy’s horse and mounted onto her noble horse. Do we have all our wepons packed? Asked Nicole faintly. No wepons are left on the camp so yes. Replied Noel.
They galloped off into the distance. The wind rippled through Noel’s hair. She loved this wonderful sensation of freedom. This would be her first chance to use her unike metal sword against someone who was at least her match , but the thing that was helping her get the horse to gallope on was that any of her actions could help her sister/friend. This would be life or death. They galloped on ward intil the sun decided to take a nap and Noel and her friends looked for a battle plan.
“ Nicole and I will go get revenge on these monsters. I’ll bet you they were the ones who did this terrible thing. I’ll go attack from the inside and Nicole will go from the out and kill any body who looks like a threat. You, Noel pointed to Amy will take Brooke and find a cure for her.”
“Noel, if we do this it will be death for us. Even if we –
Nicole was cut off by a large group of monsters heading their way.
“ I think I’ll go find a cure while you guys escape these (gulp) monsters.” Pointed out Amy and , in the blink of an eye , was hurrying toward her horse and racing away with Brooke to find a cure.
I really hate murder, but if it is for Brooke , I’ll do anything. Said Nicole in a shacky voice.
We’ll do what we must. With that Noel and Nicole galloped off.
There was nothing to fight except a little village. Noel was puzzled , but entered the ton with great caution followed by Nicole. Noel went to a lonely old –folk and asked if they had heard of a girl around age 18 that had been open-wounded and if they know of a cure. The old-folk answered in a quaky voice.
“ My dear girl, the only antidote I would know of only comes every 100 years to 1 person who most needs it. You my dear, are not in great need and I wasn’t here 100 years ago , so I do not know when or where the antidote will come. I am very sorry. I do know of a magician that might be of some help to you though, he lives on a dreary street near a hill, not too far away from hear. He would be of more assistance than I would. Be careful pretty, I’ve heard some terrible rumors flying around like multiplying mesquites.”
“Thank you for your help. I will be careful. Take care of your self.” Answered Noel
“I wonder what this magician will be like. I sure hope Brooke and Amy are doing Okay.”
When Noel had told what she had heard, Nicole looked exited.
“This will be just wonderful! Brooke will be better in no time!”
They headed up the street until they reached a medium-sized hill. Fog drifted in like a snake to its hole. As they headed up it, the frog got mistier and mistier. They headed into a house at the very top of the hill. Nobody was there. They looked around every were until pounding footsteps came closer and closer. Noel’s heart pounded faster than ever before. There before hem was a tall vampire surrounded by giants who were obviously half or more vampire. In 1 of the vampire’s hands was a 18 year old girl with a gash on her back and her face as pale as the moon and body as cold as ice just reaching above freezing.
“Let her go!” screamed Noel as Nicole fire raging inside her, waked the tall vampire across the face. Something went wrong though. Instead of the vampire falling to the floor in pain, it simpily cought Nicoles hand and brought it close to its mouth ready to bite.
“ No!” shreaked Noel as she grabbed an arrow and strung it. With a sighlent twang, the bow was realeased and cought the Vampire in the head, knocking it down and letting Brooke fall to the floor. It seemed to happen in slow motion. The other Vampires came forward as Amy came charging in , picked up Brooke and brought her to safty. Twangs went through the air. Camotion went every where as one by one Vampires fell to the ground. Finally, it was over. Noel stood there still with bow and arrow along with many minor scratches. She and Nicole went outside to find Amy crying over Brooke’s body. Slowly, all of them knlt down and cryed. A white flower appeared. Noel saw it first and dripped the dew into Brooke’s mouth. This was her hapoily ever after. This was the end and beggening
