The Tale of Zia Harcoin

Looking around the town of Copponheart you would think that it was a normal town, filled with normal people. But no, it was only designed to look that way, you see. That town was filled with a lot of strange people with very strange pasts. So stay clear of looking for this town unless you want your life to play out like the one and only Zia Harcoin.

Zie started out as a normal girl. She had warm brown eyes that could light up a fire in peoples heart’s. She had long red hair that went down to the middle of her back. Her hair was not crimson, no. More like a bright red, cheerful and happy. No one knows if that was her natural hair color or not, but it didn’t really matter.

What made little eight year old Zia change you might ask? Well, it had to do with something that happened to her while she was playing with her neighbor, Johnny.

“Aww, come on Johnny! Pass the balloon already!”whined eight year old Zia. That day she was wearing a black and white skirt with a black top, with flip flops. She looked up at her neighbor and frowned slightly. The balloon they had been playing with for the past thirty minutes was in the small hands of a tan nine year old boy. He had messy black hair and orange eyes that some people say were created by the sunrise itself. Today he had on his usual, black jeans with a grey shirt and cowboy boots. Jonny had always had a strange addiction to cowboys and no one knew why. Maybe it was just him being him.

“Why don’t you come and get it?” he half taunted, holding the balloon up in the air, but there was a spark of playfulness in his bright orange eyes.

“Ah, be careful what you ask for.” said Zia with a grin, pleasure lining her eyes. She leaped at Johnny and knocked him down. They both hit the ground, laughing their heads off. Zia grabbed the balloon from her friend and got off of him, laughing and taking off toward the street.

“No fair! You took me by surprise!” complained Johnny, taking after her.

On accident Zia had run across the broken alley. Many people there with broken minds and hearts dwelled in that alley, and it was literally called Broken Alley. Black rough hands reached out and grabbed the little girl in one swift move. Johnny ran past, thinking that Zia had somehow burst ahead.

“Let me go! LET ME GO!” demanded little Zia, kicking and punching her tiny fists at her opponent.

“Let you go? Oh, but why would I do something like that?” her captors voice was deep and raspy as if he had just chugged down a big glass of meanie.

“Because.” she replied, kicking the man in the stomach. He yelled out in pain and dropped the little girl and she ran but was quickly caught by a gang, probably the guys friends.

She let out a scream, trying to get away, but it was no use. They chained up her legs and hands and threw her against the alley wall. As they tortured her she breathed heavily, tears streaming down her now scarred and bruised face. She felt pain throbbing in her head as they smacked her in the head. A shudder ran through her body and she closed her eyes tightly. She breathed in a breath, a deep, scratchy one. Pain was spreading throughout her body as they hit her, and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Zia was not use to pain, she was not used to abuse. But when this happened, it made her very angry. Sure she was tired and in excruciating pain but she didn’t care about that at the moment. Well, okay, her legs, arms, and body cared, but not her heart. She snarled slightly and opened her eyes quickly. She slowly got to her feet and Zia’s torturers stopped for a second, surprised that a girl as small as her could even move now. That was enough time for the girl. Letting out a loud scream she flung herself on top of one of the attackers. She slammed her head against his then ordered the others to take off her chains.

In fear and shock they slowly took off her leg chains. When they were still bent town Zia kicked up her foot, hitting them in the forehead. One of them groaned and muttered something about zebras before he fell to the ground.

“Any of you other funny bunnies want Zia to… Ah… Help you?” she asked, turning to the couple of torturers remaining. She tilted her head to one side and let it hang loosely and she had a devilish grin on her face.

“No.” they both said and sprinted off.

“Thought so ho-ho’s.” she giggled. She then walked off, the scars still on her face. She swung her right finger in a circle. She walked off a bit weird though. Crossing her right leg in front of her left leg, then swinging her left leg in front of the right then repeating. She would usually stray from side to side, occasionally going straight though.

Scars and bruises painted her face as if she had fallen 20 times. A nasty scratch ran from her right elbow to her wrist but it caused Zia hardly any pain. The girl was to mad to even notice them. She did her weird walk back to her house where she put on a new outfit.

She now had on a dress with red, white, and blue flowers covering the whole thing (as a design, not real flowers of course) and it had black stripes. Then around the stomach the dress had a black leather buckle that went around her stomach and strapped together with magnets made out of gold. She put on a purple top hat and slipped on some furry black cow-girl boots.

“Well. I think I’m about ready deady.” she said, a smile on her face. She applied some blue mascara on her and red lipstick, even though she was only eight. She didn’t bother to cover up her scars and bruises, for it did not matter anymore.

“‘Tis very useless to cover up the scars of this bloody world.” she murmured. Such odd words for an eight year old. She curled the ends of her red hair then walked out of her house, her eyes confident and… Well, crazy. She walked around the neighborhood, everyone stopping to watch her.

“What happened to Zia?” they would whisper, worry filling up their voice. For they did not know what had truly happened to the young girl, and no one would.

“‘Tis very good to see thee, Sirrah.” said Zia as she past Mr. Wonker who was watering his plants. He had on his baseball cap, blue jeans, and a weird fish shirt. She lifted her hat off her head slightly and tipped it, giggling in a high pitched tone. Mr Wonker dropped his hose, jaw dropped. His hazel eyes were wide with shock and confusment.

“One.” whispered Zia as she walked on.

“Two.” she murmured after she had said the same introduction to Mr. Hammerton, a sandy haired, blue-eyed guy with glasses.

“Greetings Mrs. Honker.” She teased as she passed her moms friend.

“Wait, what!??!” yelled Mrs. Honker, looking up from her gardening. But the girl kept walking on in her weird walk. Mrs. Honker’s real name was Mrs. Honkingten, but anyone who wanted to be mean would call her Mrs. Honker. Her appearance didn’t help either, she had a red birthmark on her nose, yellow eyes, and usually had on a bow tie. Whether it was in her hair or just on her clothes.

“Three.” she said, laughing.

“Zia! What happened to you!” snarled a voice and Zia turned around slowly, swinging her right leg behind her left one and pivoting around to see Johnny.

“Oh my dear, four. I am in trouble aren’t I dearie?” she said in a high pitched voice, still smiling.

“Wha--” asked Johnny, then the truth hit him like a rocket. “Zia, are you…” he paused and leaned in. “Mad?” he whispered.

“Dearie, madness is like gravity. All it needs is one… little… Push.” she said, gently pushing Johnny back and letting out a giddy laugh.

“So… Are you sane?” he asked, a bit confused by her dialogue.

“Sanity is best judged by those who lack it dearie.” came the answer. Not very straight forward. No. Not at all.

“What? So… You lack…” Johnny’s eyes grew wide. “Zia, what happened to you!” he cried.

Zia put one of her fingers to her lips gently and whispered, “The world. We all must mourn my dear.” letting out a giggle she walked off, leaving Johnny stunned. They had lost Zia to the madness.

3 years later

Zia swung her legs, she was sitting on the roof to her home. The now eleven year old girl had been yelled and screamed at at school for being mad, and she was a bit upset. She felt like her heart was going numb.

“Hey Zia!” called a voice and she looked down. It was Alec.

“What hut?” she asked and he climbed onto the roof with her. He had brown hair that was combed over to the right side and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a navy blue shirt and blue jeans.

“I was just gonna tell you. I don’t think your an idiot.”

“Really?” she asked, keeping her eyes on the sky. It was so beautiful. The stars were sparkling, there was a cool breeze. It should have made Zia happy, but it didn’t. The girl felt nothing.

“Really.” replied Alec, looking at her. “You know, I used to be thought of as crazy.” he said after a moments pause.

“Well, you know dearie. Up here, in this world away from humanity, crazy people are considered sane, but down there the world actually lies, we are mad. But in our world, when its swirled, the funny duddies down there are the crazy ones.” When she said that something was different. Yes, it was true, some of the real Zia was coming back but not fully. That one moment with Alex up there as he kept talking in his smooth voice, Zia wasn’t totally mad. But that all changed, to quickly. Up there the eleven year old girl thought she was free. Free from the world. Free from problems.

Finally Alec had to go and he said a quick goodbye to Zia. The girl hardly had any feelings for him, but maybe… Just maybe.

“He doesn’t like you.” Hissed a voice and Zia blinked.

“Who are you?” she snarled back in her mind.

“We are the mad girls.” Came a different voice.

“Hear the cry of the many that have suffered.” murmured the second voice and immediately screams ran through Zias head. She covered her ears. groaning in pain. The screams were splitting her skull like a knife. No, a knife would have been to enjoyable. A stick. Yes. A stick! A STICK!

“I don’t… Why are… WHO ARE YOU!” she cried, breathing hard as she looked down. Her breath came in gasps as the screams went on. Taking her trembling hands off her ears Zia realized that covering her ears would not protect her from the pain inside. “I’m already mad and worthless! Don’t make it worse!” she cried, jumping off the roof.

She lay on the ground, coughing, and finally the voices went away. For she had not hurt herself on the jump, but only knocked the breath out of herself.

“Worthless…” she repeated quietly. Sighing Zia got up, brushing the dirt off of her. She looked a scar she had from her right elbow to her wrist. “And mad.” she added with a slight grin. No one messed with her now, they were all to scared. She didn’t get beat up like she did before in Broken Alley. I don’t need those people. I only need myself. she thought gently to herself. She smiled fully and walked inside her house.

5 years later

“I’m sorry dearie, what did you call me?” questioned the now 16 year old Zia Harcoin.

“I… I… Er…” stammered the girl, looking at her group then back at Zia.

“Funny bunny, I think I heard you call me mad…” snarled Zia, narrowing her eyes.

“No.” replied Rose at last, gulping. She had been talking to her friends about Zia--gossip as some would say.

“You know, dearie. No great life is true without a little madness.” said Zia with a high pitched giggle.

“Um… Okay?” said one of Rose’s friend. Rose shot her friend a look and they shut their mouth. Zia studied the girl who had called her mad. Today Rose was wearing a rose colored dress with a purple flower on the strap, black leather boots, and a hair clip in her long blonde hair.

“Well, I’m heading off on a hike.” said the crazy girl, smiling.

“Bye…” said Rose blanky and Zia giggled, skipping off. Even in her skip she still did her crazy walk… Yep. Zia was an odd, odd girl. As she skipped through town everyone stopped to watch her go. The girl didn’t grab anything, for she need not anything.

“In survival madness is the best tool.” she whispered in a dark, hoarse voice. Passing Alec and Johnny’s old houses Zia almost stopped, a hesitation. But there was no room for love in this mad mad world. If only others would figure that out. Growling the girl carried on. The town was like a mountain town, you know, one of those little towns you pass when your heading up to a camp site. Zia grabbed some bread from home then carried on into the forest, planning only to be gone a few hours. Sadly it did not happen like that.

Zia climbed up a tree shaped like a big Y. She put her foot in the middle of the two branches that spread out to the sides. Putting her hand on the left branch she pulled all her weight down to the left and soon she was hanging, feeling the wind brush against her white face. For once in her life, since that night with Alec, Zia felt above all the others. Above her madness. Above… Sanity.

But that moment didn’t last long.

Zia climbed down and took in a deep breath. The air that filled her lungs was cold as ice. Not expecting this the girl immediately exhaled, looking around. What had caused the air to suddenly turn so cold? Something had happened that her town hadn’t warned her about. Looking up, she saw what that something was. A storm. How could Zia have totally ignored the dark clouds before? The sun was still shining, sure. But clouds were slowly sucking up the beautiful day and turning it into a dark one. The mad side of Zia enjoyed this weather, for it was her spiritual side. But the part that Zia had that still had some sense in her, knew that this storm was going to be bad. The clouds were not grey, they were pretty much black. Thunder rumbled from above the mad girl like a growl form the heavens.

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, thump. Zia yelped as a sound interfered with the slow drops’ pattern. She looked around, narrowing her eyes. Turning around she saw Johnny, but… No. That was impossible. Johnny had died 2 months before when he had went out to sea on a trip. Was it possible that it was Johnny's spirit?

“Spirit, yeah. Totally. I’m officially mad if I think something like ghosts actually exist.” muttered Zia, but there was a twinge of doubt that kept nagging her. This ghost looked very much real, well… As real as a dead ghost could be. So… Zia did the stupidest thing she could’ve done at that moment. She didn’t run, she didn’t cry out for help, nor did she faint. She just yelled, “GHOSTIE BE GONE!” and threw a random stick at it.

“A stick, really Zia? Your above that” retorted the ghost and Zia yelped, throwing a rock at it this time. “Fine. Keep throwing stuff at me.” snorted Johnny and the girl paused for a minute. Before throwing a leaf at the ghost, which made it about five inches then fluttered harmlessly to the ground.

“I came to warn you to get back to the village. This storm is the same one that took out my family and I. You need to GET OUT OF HERE!” the ghost yelled the last few words and Zia gave him an indignant look.

“And why would I do what you imply dearie?” she asked, tilting her head and putting one hand on her hip. “Your just a ghost of a lost memory!” cried the girl, whipping around.

“Zia--” tried the ghost of Johnny, but the girl either didn’t hear him or chose not to. Walking off in a fury she didn’t notice the goat she stepped on. Letting out a defensive bleet the goat got up and looked at Zia through narrowed eyes.

“Horns and corn, one.” said Zia, patting the goats head. The goat blinked and looked at the girl, giving her a look that said, “Why aren’t you running?”

Growling the girl walked on, ignoring the goats angry cries.

“Tik tok, what’s on the clock.” murmured Zia in a high-pitched voice. She looked at the ground and watched as drops hit the ground. But why were the drops showing? Shouldn’t they have--Then it hit Zia, literally. A piece of hail hit her head and Zia screamed in defiance then decided to eat the piece of hail. It was still good even though it had hit the mad teen on the head.

“Hm.” she said with a shrug, “Things taste better after they hit you on the head.” laughing she walked around in the hail. She found a tiny creek with a tree next to it. With a shrug she decided to hide under the tree. It was big, strong, sturdy, and if it caught fire Zia would know because of all the leaves. She would see the flames flicking across her eyelids when her spirit traveled, and she would smell it. If those didn’t work, well. Then lets hope Zia is fire resistant.

But before she could get under the cover of the tree a big chunk of hail hit Zia straight on the head. It didn’t give her a concussion, thankfully, but… It was enough to knock her out. She fell to the ground, her eyes slowly closing.

When she came to Zia was soaked to the bone. Her clothes, wet. Her hair, wet. Her mood, not very warm either.

“A PIECE OF HAIL! DEARIE YOUR KIDDING ME!” she screamed, running around. “Wait. Wasn’t there a creek here?” she asked to no one as she stood a few feet away from the tree. She blinked, then… Went back to screaming her crazy head off. Half of it was about this mad and crazy world, the other half was about bunnies. It went a little like this…

“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS YOU CRAZY WORLD! YOUR MADDER THEN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried, “ALSO YOU DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A BUNNY! A BUNNY! HOW DARE YOU! YOU CRUEL CRUEL WORLD! WHY NOT GIVE ME A BUNNY! YOU DIDN’T EVEN--” she let out an oomph-like sound as she tripped over something. It was… A fluff of fur. On a rock. Yay.

That only made her even more mad. “A DEAD BUNNY! I MEANT A LIVE ONE! I DON’T CARE IF ITS JUST A FLUFF OF FUR! I NEED A REAL BUNNY!” she screamed, getting up and running into the tree that was near her. Wonderful. Finally after moving from bunny to zebra she calmed down. At least, by 1%. Okay, ½%.

She looked at her arm and let out another scream of anger. “TREE! WHY YOU CUT ME!” she yelled and looked around for anything to cover the cut she had. Cobwebs. She ran over and applied some cobwebs on the wound and they soaked up her blood greedily. What made her even more mad was that the tree had scratched her along the line of her old scar, which her skin was still trying to heal. Muttering something about how trees should go to the gophers she took a stick and stabbed the tree with it.

“Yeah! How do you like that Mr. Tree! she yelled, her temper not getting any better after that whole… Episode of… Anger. Huffing she walked off, trying to find her way.

“Rules of survival, don’t go alone. Stick to your original plan. Yeah right.” snorted Zia. “I’m lost in these… Trees.” she almost lost it at the mention of ‘that’ word. “How about I just get knocked out again? HUH! That’ll be FUN!” she sighed, deciding to check her wound. It was getting better, but the wilderness wasn’t doing it any favors what-so-ever. Looking up at the sky Zia couldn’t tell what time it was. The sky was still scattered with clouds, spraying the bright blue scenery with dark bubbles. The short-tempered girl grabbed some cobwebs, taking off the ones on her arm right now. She then replaced the old cobwebs and felt a shiver go down her spine as the damp helper touched against her warm and bubbling skin.

Deciding to explore she wandered off some more, ending up to find some really cool looking insects and flowers. She even found this one violet purple flower that was as fuzzy as velvet. But no, that didn’t matter to Zia. She couldn’t appreciate most of the things in life anymore, not after what had happened. Not after she had turned… Mad.

Maybe to buy some time I could make a sledge hammer! she thought cheerfully. Grinning like a lunatic (which she technically was) she picked up a rock, sturdy stems, and thick twigs. She put the bumpy rock on the top of a thick stick and tied the two together skillfully. Before she had gone mad she had known how to tie really well. Snickering Zia was quickly finished, but it was too… Ah… What was the word she used? “Peaceful. It’s too… Goody goody” she murmured, clicking her tongue in disapproval. She had just made an AWESOME sledge hammer and she is upset? Grabbing some more rocks and stems she made a dull shovel. It would work okay.

    She then started digging. It turned around noon time, still digging. Afternoon. Still digging. Finally after about 7 hours Zia found something. Well, something she actually wanted. She had started around 10:24 AM, ended around 5:10 PM, thats a looong time for digging. She had found coal and iron, but no. She wasn’t satisfied, not one bit. Finally she found what she was looking for, an arrow head. After all these hours, SHE’S SATISFIED OVER AN ARROW HEAD! With a toothy grin Zia climbed up, using the little clefs she had made on the way down.

Locating the sledge hammer she stuck the sharp point of the arrow head up and the flatter part into the hammer as well as she could. Letting out a satisfied grunt she smiled. She had made a normal sledge hammer, but it had a point right in the middle of the top of it. Zia was going to survive these woods, all thanks to her madness. Or was she?

She ate a pleasant dinner that night, not even thinking about her life in the town, her family, friends, well... Maybe friends isn’t the right word… Um… People she hated the least? Yeah. But you know what she ate that night? Stone soup with a hint of squirrel. You expect that she would’ve killed the squirrel with her sledge hammer right? Right? No. She killed the stupid squirrel with her own hands. Partly because she was angry about… Acorns. She survived a goat, a cut, and a storm, but could she survive the next thing that nature threw at her?

Zia studied her arm, the bleeding had stopped, but it still looked really, really gross. Muttering something--Probably something about trees--she ripped off some of her sleeve from her dress, then decided to rip the other one too. Couldn’t have a mad person with a mismatched dress. She wrapped the two around her arm then tied them together. Clicking her tongue Zia realized she would need to find water, and soon. So, even though it was like 10 at night she wandered off to find a lake or a creek. Her mind clicked and she jumped into the trees, figuring it would be easier to jump from tree to tree rather than exploring on the forest floor where predators prowl.

Expanding her senses she tried to listen for the flowing of a river, the crashing of a waterfall, or just the light rumble of a stream. Smelling for the scent of mist from a waterfall, and keeping her eyes peeled, though it was hard to see, because… Well, it was night. She searched and searched, but sadly had no luck. Zia had two choices, let her crazy side take over, or keep looking by herself. In the end she let her crazy side take over, fully. If its confusing for you what it means that Zia has a full crazy side but she was already considered mad, here’s the explanation.

Zia’s body/spirit sort of includes 3 people, like a multiple personality. Number 1, the real Zia. The part of her that had stayed after the incident in Broken Alley, the piece of her that was still sane and actually nice and gentle. Then theres personality number 2,  the half mad half sane Zia that she usually is, in her head called Squeaky. This personality isn’t a full on crazy physco like the third one, it can actually be quite sane when wanted. She never goes overboard with the madness but her mood is constantly changing along with her attitude. One hour she could be completely mad, then the next she could be in a balance with both. You just never know which way she’s gonna lean to. Then… We have the third spirit. Zia and Squeaky called her Flame. Whenever she is in control she loses it. Her eyes flame with jealousy, anger, and sometimes a hint of disappointment, but in who? This angry spirit never has any regrets, rarely feels sorry for anyone or gets out of her uncontrollable mood. Her clothes become tinted with red, the color of her mood. Her hair can turn into real fire and Flame has a record for being a serial killer. Zia, Squeaky, and Flame usually fight in their mind, screaming at each other of what decisions to make, most of the time Squeaky is in control, and Zia regrets every minute of it. At least Flame hasn’t gotten mad. There’s a huge difference with Zia being mad, Squeaky getting upset, and Flame getting fired up. They all react differently. Now that thats explained...

Laughing, an evil grin showing on her face Zia/Flame looked around the forest.

Look for water? Easy. hissed the devious Flame in her mind.

Then find it smarty pants! snapped the voice of Squeaky, Or I’ll take control again!

Ha! Control of me? Your not nearly strong enough to do that.

No, but the two of us are. Murmured Zia.

Party poopers, and seriously, stop ganging up on me! retorted Flame. No response came, and that was probably for the best. Skipping around the woods Flame easily found the water, quickly drinking up some of it, not caring if its infected or not. She paused, staring at her reflection. Emotion hit Flame like a wave and Zia took control when it came, as if she had been surfing on it. Breathing hard she continued to look at her reflection, her warm brown eyes staring up at her that were oh so dull. Her life was useless, she realized that now. She lived for no purpose of any sort. Johnny was dead, and even before he had died Zia had lost him to regret. The last few months of his life everyone in the town of CopponHeart knew he blamed himself for his friends madness, if he hadn’t kept the balloon away from her she wouldn’t have had to grab it from him then run off with Johnny slowly running behind, thinking she would be alright. Then the madness had taken over and he had blamed himself for everything. Sure he didn’t know what had happened in that Alley, but he knew that Zia had changed after her little visit.

Tears streamed down Zia’s face and she slowly closed her eyes, feeling like the world was coming down on her shoulders. She was surviving the wilderness, but not herself. Suddenly a rustle in the bushes shook Zia out of her thoughts and she stood up, slowly turning toward the bush of which had moved. She saw a tail flash in the air and she knew what was coming. She had one word to say before they attacked, and the word she chose was…

“COYOTES!!!!!!!!!!” screaming Zia ran through the woods, she didn’t have time to switch back to Flame, she didn’t have time to make a plan, she only had time to run. Run until the earth stopped moving, until her blood stopped running, until her heart stopped beating. The adrenaline that she felt in that moment was more then she had ever felt before, she couldn’t keep running. She knew she was just running from the truth. Flame, Squeaky, nor her wanted to ever admit it, but she was going to change that.

“I’m already a dead woman, and I always have been since that day.” she whispered, stopping in her tracks and twirling around to face the beasts, her heart racing. She grabbed a stick just before the lead coyote tackled her, his eyes full of hunger and hatred for past humans of which had entered those woods with weapons that shot like lightning, fast and fierce. Somehow Zia could read the coyote’s expression. He wanted revenge on humans, and he wanted dinner.

She put the stick out in front of her, hands on both ends. The coyote slammed his jaws down on the stick, snapping it immediately and spitting out the shreds of wood that had shot into his mouth.

Throwing away the piece of the stick that was in her left hand Zia smacked the beast in the eye with the other shredded piece, immediately he pulled back, but another wolf filled his place. Zia felt panic surge over her, she was outnumbered way to much, and her other personalities couldn’t help her anymore, Zia was officially on her own. The other coyotes closed in around her and she felt pain rip through her leg like a thousand knives had planted themselves in it. Blood flowed out of her wound like a river and she quickly beat the coyote that was on top of her and it fell to the ground, twitching. She looked at the animal who had cut her leg, hatred gleaming in her eyes. She grabbed a rock and threw it at it, the rock slamming into its skull.

Just then two coyotes flung themselves on top of her and she struggled to throw them off of her. They scratched her eye and bit into her shoulder. Yelling in rage, but her strength slowly seeping away with her life force, Zia kicked her left leg--the one that wasn’t hurt-- up and it smacked one of the coyotes in the leg. Yelping and whipping around, the coyote that she had hit had been attacking her face now bit down on her left foot. More pain.

      Finally Zia couldn’t take it anymore, she would have to give up the aggravating fight. Closing her eyes and dropping the stick she felt claws sink into her side, unexplainable pain shooting through her body. Letting out a blood curling scream she was starting to regret her choice about giving up, but she couldn’t go back. Then fangs sunk into her throat, ripping it apart viciously. Zia opened her eyes which were slowly clouding. She tried to talk, but it didn’t work. All that came out were gurgles. Her throat was torn up, her body dead, all that was left to leave her was her life.

But has the gift of life left her, the life that had been breathed into her, she had one last thought before darkness pulled her under. I’m coming Johnny. Though they had never been together in reality, even though the madness had kept them apart, Zia had always believed they would end up together during different times.

The next day there was news that Zia Harcoin had passed away, taken by coyotes. The mad teen was finally dead, and people didn’t know it at the time she had lived, but they missed her when she was gone. Even though she had lost her sanity she still was a cheerful girl when she hadn’t been angry. Cheering up people with her crazy mood. It was told that a month after her death Alec Shooterman had gone mad himself, eventually killing himself by jumping off a cliff, believing that when he was dead he could find Zia. Rose grieved, even though she had gossiped about the girl she had never wanted her to die as brutally as she had.

Then one day the town of Copponheart had been wiped off the map and no one could find it. Maybe if your lucky, you could find the lost town. But if you go searching, be careful.

     The story of Zia Harcoin had lived on for many centuries, but like most stories was forgotten. Enjoy life, before you too loose yourself.

The End