Trinity Grove: A Short Story
Trinity Grove, you wouldn't find it on a map of any kind if you tried. It's a small town secluded off from any large or noticeable cities. Surrounded by a forest, its hard to come across it unless you have directions, or good luck. The town's records say that the small village was founded long ago by three friends, searching desperately for a new home after surviving through a long war. They headed off into the forest to hide there, hoping they might find something. While trekking through the forest, the group had found a giant rock in the middle of a clearing, about 3 yards tall. The rock was damaged, a lot of chips and holes found throughout the surface. It was nothing important, or so they thought. Searching around the clearing, one of the
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Since there's three of us, and this clearing is surrounded by trees, why not name it Trinity Grove!? It's nice right?~" They did a pose of arrogance.
"I like it~ It sounds like a perfect little name."
"Don't get too overly proud, you just got lucky we like it,"
"Haha! Alright!" The small property was now known as Trinity Grove.
Slowly over time, many people trying to take refuge from the war fled to the forest as well, but only a few of the those people came across the small place known as Trinity Grove. The group brought in the refugees and helped them settle down in their property, together making small shacks for them. The clearing with one small home soon grew into the small village it is now today, it's motto being. "If you found this place, you were drawn by the luck of a rock." As town was supported by the rock's luck that they had found.
That, however, its just the beginning of our story.
Eighty years later...
It was a beautiful day outside on the day of April 20. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing. The sky was clear as it could be, not a cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly upon those below its rays, including Trinity …show more content…
That's not what I meant! I mean, why does a rock need paintings or food or coins no less! We can barely afford or have those things for ourselves! Much less to give it to a rock! You say it's to keep the luck of the rock in the village, but does it really work?! In our village records it says nothing about my ancestors making this offering or someone making it! So therefore, why is this here? Who made it? Why are we still doing it when we don't know if it actually works!?" The girl cried throwing down her stick. The villagers all looked angry now, about to do something with those stones they had pick up. Right as one was releasing, Rockelle ran up and Kiah followed quickly
Since there's three of us, and this clearing is surrounded by trees, why not name it Trinity Grove!? It's nice right?~" They did a pose of arrogance.
"I like it~ It sounds like a perfect little name."
"Don't get too overly proud, you just got lucky we like it,"
"Haha! Alright!" The small property was now known as Trinity Grove.
Slowly over time, many people trying to take refuge from the war fled to the forest as well, but only a few of the those people came across the small place known as Trinity Grove. The group brought in the refugees and helped them settle down in their property, together making small shacks for them. The clearing with one small home soon grew into the small village it is now today, it's motto being. "If you found this place, you were drawn by the luck of a rock." As town was supported by the rock's luck that they had found.
That, however, its just the beginning of our story.
Eighty years later...
It was a beautiful day outside on the day of April 20. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing. The sky was clear as it could be, not a cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly upon those below its rays, including Trinity …show more content…
That's not what I meant! I mean, why does a rock need paintings or food or coins no less! We can barely afford or have those things for ourselves! Much less to give it to a rock! You say it's to keep the luck of the rock in the village, but does it really work?! In our village records it says nothing about my ancestors making this offering or someone making it! So therefore, why is this here? Who made it? Why are we still doing it when we don't know if it actually works!?" The girl cried throwing down her stick. The villagers all looked angry now, about to do something with those stones they had pick up. Right as one was releasing, Rockelle ran up and Kiah followed quickly