Day 1

Viola Stone aged twenty-six was raised by her father a German spy.

Her parents divorced because of his secretiveness, when Viola was six. In the divorce agreement Viola would live with her dad (Victor) and Fiona the unborn child would live with (Sarah) their mother.

Sarah remarried a pilot just like herself and had another daughter Nicole. Who is twelve years younger than Viola.

Sarah’s surname became Viper and the entire household became fighter pilots for the U.S. air force.

Viola became a German spy just like her dad. When she made spy Victor, gave her a necklace with a star on it as she was his star. She made spy at seventeen.

That evening she was wearing a beautiful black and gold trimmed evening gown. With her matching gold clutch bag. She had long black hair with a red shine, and blue eyes. She was at an embassy party.

She blinked and found herself standing in a field.

Her sister Fiona Stone/ Viper was standing next to her both girls were surprised.

Fiona was wearing her charm bracelet and on it was a little blue shoe. She was wearing a beautiful light pink and white dress with an open back and white heals and a tiara. Her blond hair was in an updo hairstyle, her blue eyes brought out by make-up.

Viola and Fiona didn’t know what to say to each other. They hadn’t ever gotten to know each other and seldom seen each other. In fact, the last time they had seen each other was ten years ago.

“You look nice” Viola managed.

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“So, do you” Fiona said quickly.

Viola had a cover as an air-hostess and she needed her sister to believe it.

‘So, no crazy spy stuff, keep my cover’.

“Do you know where we are?” Viola said getting over that fact that her sister was standing in front of her.

“No” Fiona said looking around “I would have dressed differently. Let’s find someone and ask” Fiona said.

“Great idea” Viola said.

‘Terrible idea’ she thought, ‘need to find high ground, accesses the situation.’

“People like living on hills” Viola ventured,

“Let’s go up and see and if their towns are up there or maybe we can spot one from up there.”

“Fine” Fiona said.

The two battled up to the hill in heals, but there were stones and thorns so they couldn’t take off their shoes.

“I really hope someone is living on this hill” Fiona moaned kicking her toe again.

“So, do I” Viola said.

But she had different reasons to Fiona. The top of the hill was green with soft grass. It looked over a great forest and large fields. In the distance there was smoke, a river ran across the land becoming small lakes along is journey. The river was sometimes broad and sometimes narrow. The ladies focused in the direction of the smoke

“Is that a castle?” Fiona asked with surprise.

“The river seams to run past the castle” Viola said.

“Let’s follow the river, as least we have water then.”

The trip down the mountain was even worse than going up. Once they reached the water both ladies washed their feet and drank.

“My feet have blisters” Fiona moaned.

Viola was in just as bad shape.

“Ouch” Viola winced; her big toe nail had cracked.

“I will always wear closed shoes from now on” Viola said.

They broke the heals off of their shoes by bashing it against a big rock. It wasn’t great but it was better.

They hobbled along with their sore feet. Walking carefully and paying attention to where they stepped.

It started to get cold.

In the forest they couldn’t see the sun but they agreed as soon as they found a clearing, they would make camp. Finally, a clearing came and it was sunset. A cold breeze was coming off of the river and either of them were dressed for this.

Fiona being part of the air-force had survival training. This made things easier. Both girls collected stones to make out a fire circle and collected wood. Fiona thought she was teaching Viola how to start a fire. But at least there was fire. Then they tried staking fish from the river and making a shelter from branches. Surprisingly to both of them they worked well together.

Fiona checked her phone again

“Still no reception, nothing.” She moaned

Neither one brought up the obvious question,

‘Where are we?’

Both knew something was off and the pain was too real to be a dream. Neither wanted to face the impossible reality that they had been in different countries.

Yet now they stood before each other as strangers yet sisters. Both wanted to be brave and strong believing that their sister was fragile and needed protecting.