Classic, Original Tale Of Jhenn Belwich

By Aubrey Pepsik

                                                             Introduction                                                                                   

Jhenn Belwich was a girl who lived out in the Olde Foreste with her parents. Her family foretold to be less of money, had out set a journey. This journey mattered so, but they couldn't take dear old Jhenn. The journey was out in the villages. Her parents' thought tragic of terrible things. But it mattered not. She couldn't go. Jhenn had to stay behind out  there with a neighbor nearby.
Part 1: The Sack

Jhenn, followed rules by her parents way. Such going to well, collecting coins that she could get only by a bucket. She eventually, left the well and went home to start on the pottery to mold bowls for morning. The neighbor left behind was simple boy March. He appeared slim and tall. Very useful to go and fetch water and buckets of grains from field. So Jhenn had used grains and water and created portage. It's bitter taste was very saifying to Jhenn. She often had to sell her portage for gold coins at  a Ye O' Ran Shop. The O' Ran Shop was the shop that her mother sold their findings for change and other things. After breakfast was over, she had chores to fulfill. She had to clean the mess she made in the kitchen in the cabin. Then she and March went to chop down trees for wood to make a fire to keep the cabin warm tonight. Afterward, the leftover grains, she traded for rabbit fur to sew together a warm cover to place onto a cot. Once those chores were completed, March slept down in the  warm room with a fireplace and Jhenn went to sleep in her room. "Goodnight March!"
March whistled his goodnight to her. He was an odd, peculiar young man. His parents had also followed Jhenn's parents. They were visiting an old village which had been torn down by Queen Jerelsa a long ago. They said that the village had coin collectors and even more rich finders who left behind many of their rich things. Their parents figured they would go and strip the town of it's belongings. They didn't expect to return by sundown or anything. But to find money to give to Jhenn so she could do wise things with it. The next day, Jhenn had awaken with a blue Jay bird at the side of her wooden bed. It was whistling as did March the other night. As  it sang, Jhenn went down the narrow stair case to the fireplace room to see March. But instead of seeing him asleep, she didn't. She walked over to his cot and moved the covers back from the empty spot in the cot. "March?" she whispered walking away. She had seen a trail of red paint or such that led from his cot to the front door. She quietly opened the door. A sudden breeze hit Jhenn's face as she saw March outside of the fence talking to a man. He had a sack in his hand and handed it to the mysteryious man. The man dug into his pocket and pulled out two gold coins. Jhenn was stunned that any townsmen would even have or give out such a value to the other people here. Just then, March turned around and saw Jhenn's dumbfounded awareness of the trade. "Oh! Jhenn!" he yelled running back inside the cabin. Jhenn had ran up the stairs to her room where she remembered seeing a sack on the side of her bed last night. It was gone. March had taken it or she might have placed it some place else. March walked in the room. "Jhenn? What are you searching for?" he asked. Jhenn tried not to answer. Then March yelled at her. "Jhenn! Tell me now!" he yelled. She rubbed through her lucious, black hair. and said, "my mother's sack. I hope the sack that you traded to that man wasn't of it, March." He looked befuddled. "Yet. It was the same sack," He said before she could scream. "That man was an old friend of my father's who promised hima trade. But since my father had left, I traded him you mother's sack for two gold coins. It would have been ten. But he wanted to see my father, not me."
Jhenn was silent. Then she established a malificent look on her face. "March! I needed that sack for today. We need to find that man and get it back.  . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . ........ . . . . . ............. Or else," she left the room with her sweater and headed out the front door.