Family

As the sun was rising along the river, Abigial was leaning against the trunk of a young oak tree, eyes closed. Her horse was resting with his legs spread wide. Abigial had her reins around her wrist. When the first rays of the sun fell on the horse's eyelids, the animal opened its eyes and, pulling the reins, raised its head. Abigial awoke with a start. For a moment she couldn't see where she was and looked around. When he realized where he was, he looked around frantically. He untied the reins and stood up. He climbed out of the hole he was in and twinned the surroundings. Realizing that no one was there, she stood up, dead leaves rustled. Between her and the river were no more than a few trees. Cracked bark and bare branches made them look bare. Beyond her, vast blue-green waters flowed. There was nothing, just empty. On the far shore clumps of green willows and firs lay scattered. Abigial looked like there were more trees around him. She thought the others might be anywher