Cindy was born and raised in the small town, Dimmintop. Always a bit of a dreamer she often gets chuckles and teasing from her friends whom she enjoys sharing the wild stories she creates with. During the day she works in the fields tending to her family's goats, during that time she daydreams and wonders of far off places and people. Most of all she hopes and dreams for something exciting.
One day while getting ready to bring her family's goats in from the pasture a flyer drops near her having been blown from town on the wind. Reaching down the news of war strikes her and despite all her years of wishing for excitement all she can feel is worry and a bit of fear. Her eyes drift down the hill, if war has come she knows her brothers and father will be in the thick of it.
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The ground shook and Cindy dropped her basket running toward the small house she shared with her family. Arriving home she realized that she was the only one that had returned from their daily duties, her mother would still be in Blussertown caring for her sickly grandmother. Her father and brothers would still be at the mines on the other side of town. The ground shook again and Cindy knew she didn't have time to consider long, her eyes darted over the room and rested on her grandfather's rifle sitting above the mantle.
Coming to her decision she hurriedly peeled off her over skirt and apron taking a moment to knot up her under skirt, she then quickly threw on a pair of her youngest brother's old work boots and a pair of work gloves. She was small and fast surely she'd be able to get to town and meet up with her family without being spotted - at least she hoped she'd be able to. She could hear the sounds of the attack coming from town and frowned deeply, looking out the window she could see the dirigible heading toward their home. Afraid to run toward the machine that blotted out the sun she instead ran out the back of the house and toward an old mind shaft along the edge of her family's property.
At the entrance she paused, someone had lit a few torches within the mine, she hoped it was some of her neighbors with similar ideas and not unfriendly forces. Nervously she continued on, the thought that this was an awful lot like one of her stories nagged at the back of her mind.
