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The Sheep and the Briars (a parable)

May 02, 2025 by Karlissa Koop in Short Stories

By Karlissa J

Sheep may not be as stupid as we claim; yet there are things the Shepherd understands that sheep need help to figure out.

The Shepherd was instructing Well-Spoken Ram one day, telling him how he could help the other sheep.

Pointing to a row of briar bushes growing across the length of the pasture, the Shepherd explained: “Well-Spoken Ram, it is important that the sheep do not eat from these bushes. For just beyond them lies a pack of wolves, waiting for sheep to get too close. But the wolves will not pass to this side of the bushes.”

Peering between two briar bushes, Well-Spoken Ram glimpsed a dark figure, and a pair of sharp golden eyes locked onto his gaze. Well-Spoken Ram backed behind the Shepherd, trembling. “Are you sure they will not pass?”

Stroking him gently, the Shepherd repeated: “The wolves will not pass to this side of the bushes. But you must tell the other sheep not to eat from these briars.”

The ram did not know why the wolves would not cross the bushes. But he trusted his Shepherd’s word. “I can do that,” he agreed.

Well-Spoken Ram carried himself boldly, feeling very happy to be chosen by the Shepherd for this important job. He walked around the other sheep as they grazed throughout the pasture, and he bleated: “The Shepherd said with his own mouth: do not eat from the briar bushes! If you do, you will be devoured by wolves!”

Many sheep took this sage advice to heart, and steered clear of the briar bushes and the wolves beyond.

Among the meandering sheep was Loyal Lamb. Nibbling casually, mind absorbed in finding the softest patches of grass, Loyal Lamb tasted something strange on her tongue, something prickly but with juicy leaves.

“What is this?” She pulled back to examine a stick that had been lying within the grass. The lamb had never seen this type of stick.

But she recalled the warning of Well-Spoken Ram: never to eat from the briar bushes. With a shudder, she realized that the thorny branch in front of her might be from a briar bush!

“Oh no! Have I disobeyed the Shepherd, eating from a briar?” But she hadn’t been trying to; the branch had appeared in her path. Questions raced through her mind.

“Is it a briar branch, or something else? Does the Shepherd care if I eat from a branch, if I don’t eat from the bush itself? If it is a bad briar branch, will He forgive me for touching what I meant not to touch? Oh dear! I better go to Well-Spoken Ram for more answers!”

Well-Spoken Ram, meanwhile, had come to feel very proud of his position in directing the flock. Thus far, only the sheep that despised the Shepherd ignored his words, jeering at him as they tested out the briar bushes for themselves.

“Whatever befalls you,” he declared, “is on your own hooves!”

Then up came Loyal Lamb.

“Excuse me,” she bleated to Well-Spoken Ram. “I know I was told not to eat the briar, but I nibbled a branch in the grass, and it might have been a briar branch. Did I disobey the Shepherd’s words? What should I do?”

“You nibbled from a briar bush?!” Well-Spoken Ram snorted angrily. “Then of course you disobeyed the Shepherd! Oh, Loyal Lamb, are you one of the scoffers too? Do you not remember what the Shepherd said: if you eat of the briar the wolves will devour you?”

Loyal Lamb quaked. “I do not want to be devoured by wolves. I want to obey my Shepherd. But I’m afraid I may have eaten some briar – I do not know. Can you help me –”

At that the ram cried, “How dare you try to defend your actions?! Traitor! You do not obey the Shepherd!”

The sheep around heard his cry, and gathered towards Loyal Lamb, whispering, “A briar-eater? A briar-eater?”

Loyal Lamb trembled, and spoke haltingly, trying to explain; but her words were drowned as Well-Spoken Ram yelled loudly and clearly and persuasively: “The Shepherd said it, and we must obey! The lamb who ate from the briar bushes is doomed to face the wolves! Come, sheep: give the traitor over to her fate!”

And Well-Spoken Ram lowered his horns, charged at Loyal Lamb, and shoved her towards the briar row. The other sheep looked on, nodding and approving. “He is right about the Shepherd’s words.” “That lamb has clearly disobeyed the Shepherd.”

Beyond the briar bushes, the wolves awaited, eyes eager as the lamb was shoved, trembling and screaming, into their jaws.

 

“For all the law is fulfilled by this single piece of instruction: ‘You should love your neighbour as yourself.’ But if you are biting and devouring one another, watch out! You might end up consumed by each other!”

Galatians 5:14-15 (author’s paraphrase)

May 02, 2025 /Karlissa Koop
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The Mother Bumblebee

April 06, 2023 by Karlissa Koop in Short Stories

A story by Karlissa J.

 

The mother bumblebee checked on her egg for what had to be the hundredth time.

It made her nervous, the realization that she was now a mother. As she looked down at the oval egg, sitting within the waxy, spherical cell she’d created just for it, her young one seemed impossibly small.

I should go gather some nectar, the mother bumblebee thought. That way, I’ll have plenty of food for me and my child.

The bumblebee went about her bumblebee business, visiting flowers and collecting nectar, which she’d bring back and store in a nectar cell. She ate, she made new cells, she slept, and she awoke to do it again. Soon, the little egg was not alone: she had more eggs, and stressed over each one, building them safe little cells to sleep in. And as often as she could, she’d check on every single egg.

Then, one day, her very first egg wasn’t an egg anymore. The mother bumblebee peered down into the cell at her little baby. She cocked her head and frowned.

It’s my baby, she thought – she knew that deep down. But… it looks so… odd.

For a baby bumblebee doesn’t look like a tiny version of its mother. A baby bumblebee is a little wormy grub, legless and chubby and pale.

After staring at her baby a long time, the mother bumblebee decided: It’s probably hungry. So she took a dollop of nectar and lowered it down into the cell, towards the little worm.

The little worm slurped up the nectar hungrily.

Good, the mother bumblebee thought. At least it’s eating. It’ll grow bigger and stronger, and someday… someday, it’ll actually look like a bumblebee.

The little baby bumblebee ate very well indeed, as did each of the other bumblebees as they hatched. That first baby grew the fastest, becoming bigger and chubbier.

Then one day, the mother bumblebee went to feed her very first baby, and found a new surprise. It no longer looks like a little worm! But it didn’t look quite like a bumblebee either. It’s a pupa, she realized. Her little worm was transforming into an adult. She sealed off the cell so it could sleep in peace.

She stressed over her child, wondering how it was doing. As her other children became pupae she sealed them off too, hoping and praying they’d continue to grow.

Then one day, she came across her firstborn chewing its way out of the cell.

The mother bumblebee watched in expectation. I finally get to meet my child!

Her child emerged: a daughter, with her mother’s eyes, and her mother’s beauty.

At last! The mother bumblebee could barely contain her joy. Though I saw only an egg, and then a little worm, this whole time, she was always my lovely daughter!

April 06, 2023 /Karlissa Koop
bugs, bug stories, motherhood, bees, spring
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Paper Wasp Part 2

October 27, 2020 by Karlissa Koop in Short Stories

Paper Wasp forced her wings to flap, and she took to the air, abandoning her half-started nest. I will find myself some food, and lay down under a rock. And I will sleep, for as long as I can.

And when she woke up? I don’t know what I’ll do then.

She thought of the grasshoppers: always taking, always happy, never crying.

She thought of the scorpion: never trying, never failing, always fine.

And she thought of the ant: always practical, always confident, never praying.

Maybe, she thought, maybe I’m just the saddest, silliest, and stupidest of all creatures. Maybe, if I’m lucky, my life will end before tomorrow. Then, I’ll never have to wonder again if creating is worthwhile or beauty is real.

Her wings took her deep into the forest, past tree after tree.

She’d told herself she was looking for food, though her eyes never landed on anything. Instead, she gazed into the air before her, unthinking. Mindlessly, she flew on and on.

Soon, she’d gone deeper into the forest than she’d ever been.

Her heavy heart weighed her down, until at last, she could go no further. She landed on the ground, numb to her surroundings.

Paper Wasp sat there silently. A long time or a short time, she didn’t know. But after a time, she heard a Voice whisper through her mind.

“Get up,” the Voice encouraged. “Get up, and finish your nest.”

Is that you, God? She wondered. She remembered the ant’s words and thought scornfully: It could just be in my head, my own imagination playing tricks on me.

“Get up,” the Voice said again. “Get up, and finish your nest.”

“Why bother?” Paper Wasp replied aloud. “The world is owned by the people who take, not the people who build. Someone will just come and destroy all the hard work I’ve done.”

“Get up,” the Voice said. “Get up, and finish your nest.”

“But who needs a nest?” Paper Wasp argued. “I could live wherever I feel like it, free of cares and free of work. If I don’t bother trying, I won’t ever fail.”

“Get up,” the Voice said. “Get up, and finish your nest.”

“How do I know that I’m not just talking to myself?” She retorted.

Her mind filled with silence. Even the air around her felt still and empty. She waited there a moment, unsure what to do next.

I can’t live like this, she realized. What would be better? Should I sit around and soak in my anguish, wondering whether creating is silly, work is worthwhile, and beauty is real? Or should I get up and try to build my nest some more?

So she forced herself up, and flew out to gather some wood. She chipped away at a tree, then took back her bit of wood to her nest, and worked on another layer of paper.

Paper Wasp worked until the sun set that day. Weary, she settled down for the night.

When the sun rose again, she took in a deep breath of the new air. The new day didn’t cheer her sad heart. But she determined: I will press on.

So she made another layer of paper, and another. As she did, her sadness faded into the back of her mind. She focused on her work, on making her nest beautiful.

At last, she finished her job. She flew in circles around her nest, examining it from every angle.

“It is good,” she decided. And she felt a hint of joy slip into her tired heart. Then, she settled down to sleep.

She didn’t notice that a human had been watching her work. He stared at her intently as she chipped wood and molded her paper.

“What a useful thing, this wasp’s paper,” the man said to himself. “Useful, and beautiful. I wonder if I could make some of my own…”

And so, mankind learned the art of paper-making from the Paper Wasp. Yet, the Paper Wasp probably never learned how she changed the course of human history. She only continued to do what she was made to do.

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October 27, 2020 /Karlissa Koop
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Paper Wasp Part 1

October 26, 2020 by Karlissa Koop in Short Stories

There was a time, long ago, when paper had not been invented. At least, it hadn’t been invented by humans. There were no books, no sticky notes, not even things like paper towel.

But before humans were making paper, the Paper Wasp was. And long ago in Ancient China, the Paper Wasp helped change life as we know it…

Paper Wasp approached her task with joy and vigor. She’d chip little bits of wood off a tree, then carry those chips in her mouth, back to the spot she’d chosen for her nest. Then, she’d glue the chips together, turning them into paper.

Bit by bit, her project was taking shape. Layers of paper – coloured in various greys, depending the wood she used – curved around into the beginnings of a spherical nest.

There’s still a long way to go, she thought to herself. But it’s getting somewhere! When it’s finished, I’ll have created something new, something beautiful, a nest where I can rest and care for my children.

She was happily absorbed in her activities when someone called down from below.

“What are you doing?” a small voice asked.

Paper Wasp looked down to see a Little Grasshopper, staring up at her from the ground.

“I’m building a paper nest,” she called to him.

“Isn’t that a lot of work?” the grasshopper asked.

“It is,” Paper Wasp agreed, “but it’s what I feel God made to do.”

“If you need a nest so bad, why not just steal someone else’s?”

“I believe in adding to the world,” Paper Wasp explained.

Little Grasshopper shook his head, laughing. “When we grasshoppers want something, we just take it! No harm in that, right?”

Paper Wasp felt very passionate about her belief. “Here. I’ll come down to you and draw you a picture.”

She flew down, landing next to Little Grasshopper.

Paper Wasp began to draw circles in the dirt. “You see, these represent the things in this world. The people who make things add more to the world: that way, everyone has more! But the people who take merely move the circles from one spot to another…”

Pausing, Paper Wasp frowned. She heard crunching, coming from up where her nest hung.

Looking up, she gasped in horror. A group of grasshoppers had appeared on her nest. With their jaws, they were ripping apart its delicate paper.

When they caught her horrified gaze, they laughed, and so did Little Grasshopper.

“Fooled you! Fooled you!” Little Grasshopper giggled. “I was just distracting you, so my fellow grasshoppers could eat your nest!”

“Not very appetizing, though!” A grasshopper called down.

With an agonized cry, Paper Wasp rushed to her nest, stinger readied for attack.

The grasshoppers scattered at her approach, laughing all the more as they easily evaded her.

“Crying, crying!” The grasshoppers chanted. “Why all the crying? If you were half as clever as us, you’d have nothing to cry about!”

“Here’s the truth,” Little Grasshopper said. “The world is owned by the people who take, not the people who build! It’s not the bug who makes something, but the bug who ends up with that something that wins! Work as hard as you want, but in the end, you’ll wind up with nothing if you don’t learn to take what you want from others.”

With that, the grasshoppers all bounded away, racing off in different directions. Poor Paper Wasp couldn’t follow them all.

Paper Wasp turned back to her nest, heart dropping at the sight of the rips in her carefully-made design.

“Well,” she sighed, trying to keep herself calm, “at least it’s not completely destroyed.”

So she set to work repairing the damage.

The joy and vigor that once motivated her dimmed. Now, as she glued each tear, her frustration grow. Her soul wore fast, as did her body. Yet she continued to travel between the trees and her nest, determined to finish her work.

On one such trip, she passed by a Calm Scorpion, relaxing upon a pile of rocks.

“Hey there!” He called. “Why so weary, buzzing insect? Why not come down here and take a breather?”

Needing a rest, Paper Wasp conceded and landed near the Calm Scorpion.

“I’m making my nest,” Paper Wasp explained through heavy breaths. “It’s become hard work since the grasshoppers damaged it.”

She sighed. “Now I’m afraid some other bug will come along and destroy it, and all my work will go to waste again. But I really want to finish my nest.”

“What do you need a nest for?” Calm Scorpion asked. “To sleep in?”

“I can use it for that,” Paper Wasp said.

“To raise babies in?”

“I can use it for that too.”

Calm Scorpion chuckled. “If it’s so much work, and you just need it for sleeping and raising babies in, why not live under a rock instead? Or maybe tuck yourself into the cavity of a tree? It’s good enough for many other bugs, myself included! Why isn’t it good enough for you? Hmm?”

“Well,” Paper Wasp admitted, “I could just sleep under a rock, or in a hole in a tree, and raise my babies there too. But I’m not just making the nest for those reasons: I’m making it because I believe it’s what God made me to do.”

Shaking his head, Calm Scorpion told her: “Friend, it’s not necessary to work so hard to build something new. I live wherever I feel like it, free of cares and free of work. You won’t have to worry about all your hard work getting destroyed again, if you don’t bother to build a nest in the first place. You can’t fail if you don’t waste your time trying.”

Paper Wasp was taken aback. “You think it’s worthless?”

“You said it,” Calm Scorpion agreed. “You don’t need to make a nest.” With that, he tucked himself back under his rock.

For a moment, Paper Wasp stood still, not sure what to think. Then, she sighed. I think I need to get back to work, she told herself.

So she did… for a time. She found it hard to stay motivated, as thoughts of the thieving grasshoppers and stress-free scorpion floated through her head.

As she flew off to another tree, her flight meandered, and she found herself over an ant’s nest. Busy ants went to and fro.

One Busy Ant called up to her. “Friend, you’re looking very sad! What’s on your mind?”

Paper Wasp landed next to the Busy Ant.

“I was trying to build my nest,” she explained. “My nest made of paper. But it’s hard, and it feels like I’m wasting my time. You see, a group of grasshoppers ripped it. And then a scorpion told me it’s not worth building a nest anyways, because I could just hide under a rock like him.”

“Oh, don’t listen to them!” Busy Ant said. “Since when were grasshoppers and scorpions ever as clever as wasps and ants?”

“I just want to do well,” Paper Wasp sighed. “I’ve always believed that God made me to build paper nests. And I’m stressing over making it beautiful and good for him.”

“Why, my dear,” Busy Ant chuckled. “The solution to your problem is very simple.”

“It is?” Paper Wasp asked.

“Yes,” Busy Ant said. “I was told about a God growing up, but I have embraced logic and reason now. Now I know there is no God, and I am much better off. You see, if there is no God, then God doesn’t care if you build paper nests or if you don’t. You can do whatever you want!”

Paper Wasp wasn’t sure what to say to this. “But I believe there is a God.”

“Of course, you can believe whatever you wish,” Busy Ant conceded. “But as for making your nest beautiful, well, science tells us that beauty is all in the imagination. In ‘the eye of the beholder,’ as they say. There’s really no such thing as beauty.”

The ant motioned around the mound with her antennae. “Building with grains of dirt is far more practical, and I think you would have a much easier time if you just joined us in building our mound. What do you think?”

Paper Wasp’s heart felt very heavy. “I’ll think about it,” she said quietly. And with that, she flew off.

She returned to her nest, landing upon it. It seemed so frail, so insignificant, and so far from complete.

I have to keep trying, she told herself. I have to get more wood chips.

She flapped her wings until they buzzed. But they felt so sore, so weary. A tear slipped from her eye.

Then, her wings stopped buzzing.

There’s no point, she decided. It’s not worth it.

And she sat there, still and silent, for a long moment.

October 26, 2020 /Karlissa Koop
Paper Wasp, bug stories, bugs, depression, art, purpose, mental health
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"The Escape" by Jovani Bennett

August 27, 2016 by Karlissa Koop in Short Stories

This is one of the winners from the short story contest, written by Jovani Bennett. Great job, Jovani!

 

Darkness.

It’s the first thing I remember before waking up on the cold hard ground of a stone cell. It was dark in the cell, so I couldn’t tell if it was night or day. I stood up, and tried to look around, but it was impossible, as all sources of light had been covered in one way or another. I felt my way around the room, until I found what seemed to be a bed, and sat down on it. I stayed like that, until I heard a door creak open. I slowly turned my head towards the door, squinting at the light emanating from the doorway.

“Come with me.” A man gruffly told me.

I stood up slowly, and walked towards the cell door as calmly as I could. The panic and adrenaline running through my entire body was incredible.

‘Who has kidnapped me? Why have they kidnapped me?’ Were the questions running through my head over and over again.

Shockingly, the man didn’t hold onto me like I was a criminal, but he kept a fair enough distance away that even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to run away. Not that I could run anywhere in my dress anyway, so I continued walking where the man directed me. He led me to a large wooden door, which he opened and it turned out to be someone’s study. A man’s study was probably my guess, as I gazed around, looking at the items placed around the room.

“You may sit.” A voice commanded me, and my head snapped back towards the door I had just walked through moments before.

Of course the one who had orchestrated my kidnapping was none other than, Antonio Benigni. My father’s rival, and also the man who thinks my father owes him money. He said nothing as he walked towards his desk and watched as I sat down at the edge of my seat.

“Do you know why you are here, Eliana Domenico?” Antonio questioned.

I had to choose my words carefully here.

“I do not, Lord Benigni, but I would like to know.” I replied.

“You are here, Lady Domenico, because your father owes me money. He has not given me this money when he should have. So, as incentive I have taken you as an equal share of this money, until your father pays me, said money.” Lord Benigni explained.

“Had you ever thought to ask my father for the money, rather than steal his daughter?” I questioned, slightly angry.

“You speak out of turn, Lady Domenico. If I were you, I would tread softly while you are on my land.” The lord replied.

“You still didn’t answer my question, my lord.” I answered back.

“I do not need to answer your question, if I do not wish to, Eliana Domenico.” He responded to me quickly. “Enrico?” He called out, and the door opened.

“Yes, Father?” A young man with brown hair and brown eyes entered the room.

“Take Lady Domenico back to her cell. She will not cooperate.” Lord Benigni ordered.

“As you wish, Father.” Enrico said.

He put out his hand, and motioned for me to take it. I took it cautiously, and we both began walking toward the door. After we exited the elder lord’s study, the young lord pushed me against a wall. His eyes pierced into my soul, and he began to talk.

“If your father does not give my father what he desires, you will find that you will have to count the days of your life left, Lady Domenico.” He growled.

My eyes widened, and he grinned maliciously. No wonder my father never wanted me to associate with the Benigni family. None of them were any sort of good, any way you tried to look at it. Enrico led me to my cell, and pushed me in, making me fall towards the ground, and then he proceeded to shut the door, making the room fall into complete darkness once more. I made my way towards my bed, and that is where I stayed for many months, until one day when something shocking happened.

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A few months later, the door opened and I stood up, ready to take whatever fate Lord Benigni had thought necessary. But instead of a man in the doorway, there was a young woman.

“Who are you?” I questioned.

The figure rushed to my side, leaving the door wide open.

“I’m Faith Benigni.” She introduced herself.

“Have you come to torment me, like the rest of your family?” I asked, turning away from her.

“No, I haven’t. I know what my father and brother are doing is wrong. Neither of them have acted the same since my mother died.” Faith explained.

I turned back to her.

“Why are you here then?” I spat.

She recoiled slightly, but then regained her composure.

“I’ve come to help you, Lady Domenico.” She replied.

“Help me? Why?” I asked.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Am I allowed to go then?” I questioned, motioning toward the open door.

“No, it’s far too dangerous. My father would suspect me right away.”

“Why? Have you done this before, Lady Benigni?”

“Many times,” she replied back. “And just walking out is not the right way to do this.”

“Then what is?”

“Planning your escape-” Faith began, the paused, turning around. “I have to go, I’m sorry! I’ll come back soon!” Faith suddenly said, and quickly ran to the door, shutting it.

I ran to the door to hear why she ran away so suddenly. I overheard her and her brother talking, almost to the point of bickering.

“What were you doing talking to our prisoner?” I heard Enrico interrogating his sister.

“Why is it any of your concern why I’m visiting Lady Domenico in our prison cells?” Faith shot back.

“She is the enemy, Faith. You can’t trust her, and you should no longer visit her. She is dangerous.” Enrico cautioned, in a slightly angry tone.

“You are right, brother. I’m sorry for going against you.” Faith replied quietly.

“Now go back to your room. I’ll look after the prisoner.” The young man instructed.

Obviously Faith obeyed, as I heard her footsteps fading away. I heard Enrico’s footsteps tread towards my cell door, and I quickly scrambled back away from the door. I didn’t want him to know that I had been listening to his and Faith’s conversation. The door opened, and I looked at Enrico in fear. Over the past few months he had thought it would be good to torment me, which is why I was a little wary of trusting Faith. He approached me looking docile like he wouldn’t hurt me, but I knew better. I felt a sharp sting across my left cheek, as my head went to the right. He had slapped me.

“Never speak to my sister again. Do you hear me?” He paused, waiting for my reaction.

I nodded, panicked that he would slap me again. He grinned at my reaction.

“And if I ever see you speak to her again, you’ll get much worse than a slap from me, and father.” He said, knowing that I wouldn’t try to escape.

He exited, and I was left alone with my thoughts. It didn’t take more than a week, for Faith to return.

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“Why have you returned?” I queried.

“My father and brother have a council meeting in someone else’s house all day. I felt it only right to come now.” She told me.

“Your brother told me I can never speak to you again.” I replied.

“Well, he’s not going to find out that you talked to me, is he?” She said, with a smile gracing her lips.

“No, I suppose not.” I said.

“So, for you to escape, there needs to be a diversion. A really good one, because my father doesn’t fall for any old trick anymore.” Faith began telling me.

“I don’t know what that would be, Lady Benigni.” I replied.

“Please, call me Faith. It seems like I’m above you, when you call me a lady, I know I’m not above you. We are of the same status.” Faith told me gently.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Faith.” I apologized.

“It is all right.” She accepted my apology with grace. “I heard my father talking with my brother, about your father and your older brother planning to attack our house, and the prison to free you, in 2 days. My father believes that he and his soldiers will defeat your father.” Faith told me.

“I cannot believe how snobby and big-headed Antonio Benigni is.” I snarled.

I looked at Faith, immediately regretting saying that.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it that harshly.” I apologized and confessed.

“No, it’s perfectly all right, I know my father is not the best man, which is why I need to ask you something.”

I looked at her. I realized after a while that I needed to trust Faith to get out of here, I couldn’t get out on my own.

“You can ask me anything.” I told her, grasping her hands in my own.

“Can I come with you?” She asked, her eyes telling me everything she wanted.

“You want to come with me to my family, when I escape?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, yes, with all my heart!” Faith exclaimed.

“Then you shall, but we must get this plan into action first.” I replied, now having hope that I would indeed be able to escape.

I knew my father would launch an attack, but I was shocked that he waited this long, though I understood my father had to plan every detail to make sure nothing would go wrong. For the rest of the day, Faith and I planned what we would do to escape the Benigni household.

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“Attack!”

I woke up suddenly from a deep sleep, two nights later. I sat up quickly, and picked up my skirts to run to the door. I heard the key turn in the lock, who I assumed was Faith, but instead I was greeted by Enrico.

“Come with me, Lady Domenico.” He said, with an evil grin.

I resisted, but he put a hand over my mouth and dragged me away.

“Enrico! Enrico!” I heard Faith call out.

He turned back.

“What is it, Faith?”

“Father told me I needed to bring Lady Domenico to a different place. He thinks it will be safer.” She told her brother.

“All right…. Take her.” Enrico said reluctantly.

He didn’t seem to want to let me go.

“Come on, my Lady.” Faith instructed.

We walked, or should I say, jogged away.

“Did your father actually tell you that, or was it a lie?” I questioned.

“A lie. I don’t know how my brother believed it, but then again, he’ll believe anything my father says, or supposedly says.” She explained, while grinning.

We had run all the way to where the men were fighting.

“Go ahead of me into the forest. I need to grab something.” Faith told me, pointing towards the forest.

I nodded and ran into the forest. I stopped just inside the forest, and under the cover of bushes, I waited for Faith. She finally came out of her house, a book in hand, and began running towards me. Too late, I realized an arrow was headed Faith’s way.

“Faith!” I cried out, but she didn’t hear me over the men’s shouting.

The arrow hit her with such force, that she crumpled to the ground, and hit her head, making her fall unconscious. I flew out of the bush like a startled bird towards my only friend I’d had for the last couple months. I looked around for the source of the arrow, and spotted my brother with his longbow. Our eyes connected, and he began running towards me. The enemy soldiers struck him with their swords, but nothing seemed to faze my brother, as he ran towards me. He reached me, and knelt beside me.

“What are you doing out in the middle of the fight?” He shouted.

“My friend got shot by one of your arrows!” I shouted back.

He looked down at Faith, and back at me with widened eyes.

“You made friends with a Benigni?” He questioned.

I nodded, and then saw a Benigni soldier behind him.

“Behind you, Cristaldo!” I screamed.

Cristaldo pulled out his sword, and began sparring with the soldier.

“Run, Eliana!” He shouted.

I stared back at him, not wanting to leave Faith.

“Go! Run, Eliana! I’ll protect your friend!” He said once more.

That gave me enough incentive to run into the forest and not stop. Branches slapped my face, cutting it, but that didn’t stop me.

“Find her!” I heard men behind me call out.

At this point, I wished I could run faster, but my shoes were never meant for running in, as a lady never needs to run. Or so my mother said, but look what I was doing now. It was so dark outside, I didn’t see the fallen branch in my path. My foot caught on it, and I fell at a rapid pace. I tried not to yelp too loudly, so I didn’t attract unwanted attention. A little squeak did find its way out of my mouth, but not loud enough to attract the guards thankfully. I regained my footing, and continued my sprint homeward. A bush snagged the long sleeve of my dark purple dress, pulling me back. The guards were gaining on me, and I was frantically trying to take my sleeve off the bush. I managed to pull it off in the nick of time, and bolted.

“She’s this way!” A man yelled behind me.

I looked down at the sleeve that had been caught, a piece of fabric was missing! I had to get them off my trail, but how? I didn’t have time to think of a plan, so I just kept running. This corseted dress was never meant for running either, I can’t believe I was wearing this dress, but then again, I didn’t have the choice of being kidnapped or not. I didn’t know the way home through the forest, but I had to trust that Faith sent me in the right direction. I couldn’t hear the men chasing me, behind me, so I decided to stop, and catch my breath.

I started running again, after about ten minutes, because I didn’t want to linger too long. I saw light up ahead, it looked like firelight. I jogged towards the light, and stayed behind a tree to investigate. I gazed at the men sitting around the fire, and I spotted my father. I ran into the clearing.

“Father!” He didn’t respond. “Father!” He looked up, and ran towards me.

“Eliana! My baby, you’re safe!” He exclaimed.

“Yes, father. I’m safe. I’m here!” I replied, while trying to catch my breath.

“Where is Cristaldo? Where is your brother?” My father questioned.

“The last I saw, he was still fighting on Benigni land.” I told my father.

A crackle in the bushes alerted my father and his soldiers that someone was spying on us. My father motioned to one of his archers to shoot an arrow in the direction of the noise. A shout was heard, and men charged into the clearing, swords drawn.

“Eliana, always keep the North Star over your left shoulder, and keep running… Go!” My father, Cristiano yelled to me.

I knew I couldn’t remain here, so I took off back into the forest as my father asked.

“Give what belongs to us back!” A man yelled.

“Eliana is not something to be traded, and she is not yours to take, Antonio!” I heard my father yell in reply, as I ran, his voice fading.

I looked up at the night sky, and found the North Star, just barely. I don’t know how my father expected me to keep the North Star in my sights in the forest, but I have to try. I jogged for the rest of the night.

♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

It has been two weeks since that night, and my brother returned with Faith. She survived the arrow wound, and my brother has been apologizing profusely for shooting her. Faith keeps telling him he doesn’t need to apologize, as he was only doing his duty, trying to save his sister. I had been very happy to see that Faith survived, but something else happened that was not as joyous.

I found out shortly after I ran into the forest after meeting my father, my brother ran into the clearing, only to see our father impaled on Antonio’s Benigni’s sword. We mourned, but we also rejoiced. Rumour had it that Antonio and Enrico Benigni both died in the battle that night. I expected Faith to be sad, but she rejoiced along with us, as the family she so longed to be free of, was finally dead. From then on, she became known Faith Domenico, no longer holding the name of Benigni. My older brother, Cristaldo, went on to become Lord of the Domenico House. It sounds as if my story is almost complete, but it isn’t finished quite yet.

It has been almost five years since my kidnapping, and Faith brought up something I thought I’d hear.

“Eliana?” She asked.

“Yes?” I replied.

“When I went into town, I heard that the rumours are true. My father and brother are both dead.” She said, with a slight smile.

“How long? I’m sorry, if I’m prying.” I said, then apologized.

“No, you’re not prying, and you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I don’t feel sorry for my father and brother, they got what they deserved. They should not have been stealing girls for money. It’s been apparently 5 years.” Faith replied.

“So ever since I escaped your household,” I said quietly. “Well, I wouldn’t have said it like that, but, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” I said, referring to her statement about father and brother.

“I wanted to visit my family's’ graves. Not because I miss them, but because it would be a send-off for them, and I will never have to think of them again after that.” Faith explained.

I thought for a moment.

“When did you wish to go, Faith?” I queried.

“Today, if possible, of course.” She answered.

“I will ask Cristaldo if he will let us go.” I told Faith, and she nodded.

I walked swiftly out of my room, and towards Cristaldo’s study to talk to him, but I met him on the way.

“Cristaldo! I thought you would be in your study!” I exclaimed.

“I just came out to stretch my legs. Is there anything you needed?” He said.

“Um, yes, actually there was  something.” I began.

“What is it?” He questioned.

“Faith wants to visit her family's’ graves.” I explained.

“The only way I would ever let you do that, is if you had at least two guards with you, Eliana.” He replied.

“Then do it! Faith needs to see her family one last time, and then she’ll never speak of it again.” I exclaimed to my brother.

Cristaldo looked as though he would refuse me, but then he said, “I’ll send two soldiers to the stables to prepare four horses. Go and collect Faith and be on your way, little sister.” He instructed me.

I nodded happily, and went to collect Faith.

“Come on, he said!” I told Faith joyfully.

She ran to a flower pot and grabbed two white roses out of the pot. I looked at her quizzically.

“For my brother and father on their graves.” She explained, while rushing out the door.

We jumped on our horses, and rode to the Benigni’s former land. We rode up slowly to the graves, and Faith was the first to come off of her horse. She gently set rose on each grave, and stood there a few moments quietly. I jumped off my horse to stand beside her. I didn’t expect the soldiers to pay their respects, as they were our only protection, and besides, they didn’t want to pay respects to their lord’s old enemy. Faith and I stood in front of their graves, until one soldier said it would be in our best interest to leave, and we took their advice, leaving that minute.


Faith kept true to her word, she never spoke of her former family ever again. I always looked up to Faith as my hero, and I told her that many times. She didn’t think that she was my hero, every time I told her, she denied it. I never stopped believing it though. She was my hero because she helped me escape, even at the cost of her own safety. That is all a hero should ever be, a helper.

August 27, 2016 /Karlissa Koop
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