THE UNKNOWN WORLD-- A SHORT STORY

This is 2 short stories put together. I'm working on the third part right now. I hope you enjoy it!

“Mom…I don’t understand…HA... why I must learn to sword fight and Sophie doesn’t,” Allie says as her mother almost stabs her with the flying silver sword. Both jump to and fro, yelling as they make a good move. Sophie sat on the back porch steps, watching her sister and mother practice.
“Allie,” Norah said, not giving up, “how many times must I tell you? You need not worry about the cause yet. Mommy has it all under control,” She pushed a piece of red hair that fell out of her bun behind her ears. Allie panted heavily; sweat dripping down her face and mingling with the loose long blonde hair.
“But mother, it’s 2007. No body fights with swords anymore. It’s, well, unusual,” Allie lost concentration for a split second, allowing her mother to poke her stomach. She dropped her sword and grasped her stomach. “Ow! That hurt!” She looked up to see Norah’s sword pointed towards her head. Sophie kneeled over laughing, falling off of the steps onto the soft green grass. Norah lowered her sword.
“Allie, dear, you can do this. Now keep eye contact with me and try your best to be on defense rather then offence. Try to protect your self first and foremost then try to attack. Stop looking away look directly into my eyes.” They went at it again; the sound of metal clashing filled the air. “That’s better… you’re getting it. Ok… time to stop… momma’s not feeling so well.” She looked faint, almost falling over. Allie and Sophie ran to catch her and helped her up again. “Its ok girls I’m fine! Allie you practice with your sister and I’ll go get Parish.” She staggered into the house, holding on to anything that could support her.
“I wonder what’s wrong with mother.” Sophie said in bewilderment. A few moments later Norah came out with Parish on her hips, more stable than before. She put Parish down, who proceeded to the swings. Sophie followed, knowing what Parish wanted to do. Swing. Norah sat down on the lawn chair and ran her fingers through her thin blonde hair. Her eyes started drooping as she took deeper breaths.
“Mother, are you alright?” Allie said, worried about her mother’s health. Norah looked over to her, tired.
“I’m going to go and make lunch now and bring it out in a few minutes. Stay out here, no matter what happens. Allie, do you see that gate over there?” She pointed to an old rotted wood gate as she stood. Allie looked and nodded her head.
“You mean the one you told us not to go through?”
“Yes, that one. If anything happens to me, I want you and you alone to go through there. Remember the training we have gone through and bring your sword,” Norah turned and went inside, leaving Allie and Sophie with many questions. Before she walked through the door, she grabbed the side of the doorway, and leaned her head on it to catch some breath. Norah mumbled, “Ymay ountrycay ymay omehay Ymay Utyday ootay otectpray itay. Iay avehay ailedfay.”
“What did you say mother?” Sophie questioned.
“Nothing,” Norah said as she disappeared behind the door.
Half an hour went by, and Sophie, Parish, and Allie sat on the steps, waiting for Norah to return.
“I’m going to go see what is taking mother so long. Stay here,” Allie instructed. Sophie nodded her head in reply.

Allie cautiously stepped inside. “Mother?” she yelled, “Mother, are you done with lunch?” Suddenly she heard someone sucking in air, like they were choking. She ran to the kitchen to find her mother lying on the floor. Norah looked up, wheezing. She was trying hard to keep her eyes open and her head aloft. Allie gasped and ran over to her, kneeling by her side.
“Allie,” Norah managed to whisper, “go… through the gate….. trust… no one….” Allie leaned closer so she could be able to hear. Norah sucked in air. “Protect your country…..find Gwenn….tell him you’re……Lamara’s…..daughter……I…I love you…all of you…I…I…” She broke of, trying to take in oxygen. Tears streamed down Allie’s face.
“Mamma, mamma no! We need you! I need you!!!! Mamma, what’s happening? I love you, we love you! Please, don’t go!” Allie held Norah’s hand, not knowing what to do. She calmed down, controlling her tears. Putting her head on her mother’s head, Allie breathed in, wishing none of this would happen. She knew it would, but why now? Why must her mother be taken away like this, leave her with her sisters? At this age?
“Imay ountrycay Imay omehay Imay Utyday ootay otectpray itay. Oshray Imhay. My country, my home, my duty to protect it. You have to Protect Him. I have failed….. Don’t fail…. Don’t end up like me…. I love you….I….” Norah’s head fell to the floor. She no longer swallowed air.
“Mother! NO!” Allie screamed as she cried hysterically. She brushed her mother’s hair out of her face. Allie remembered what her mother said. Go through the gate. Find Gwenn, whoever that was, and tell him that you are Lamara’s daughter. “Lamara must be mother,” Allie thought to herself, wiping away the tears once more, “and that is what I am going to do.” She got up and walked out, still whimpering, to tell Sophie the news.
“So,” Sophie asked, “what is she doing?”
“Nothing, she’s doing nothing,” Allie replied, trying to hide her tears.
“Allie, what is wrong?” Allie didn’t respond. She sat down by Sophie on the steps, dropping her head. “Allie! What is wrong! Tell me!” Sophie pleaded, shaking Allie’s arm.
“She’s dead, ok!” Allie yelled, half angry and half sad, “Dead! D-E-A-D! She….she’s gone forever…” She broke out crying. Sophie stared in disbelief as she let go of Allie’s arm. She put her arms around Allie and hugged her. They both cried for a few minutes, until Perish started whining from the swing. Sophie responded, taking her out of the swing and setting her down to run around. Allie sat there, pondering. “My country, my home, my duty to protect it. You have to Protect Him. I have failed….. Don’t fail…. Don’t end up like me…. I love you….I…” Allie went over and over what her mother said, trying to figure out what she meant. Sophie sat back down and noticed Allie was in deep thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Sophie asked as she wiped her eyes.
“Before mom, you know, died, she said something in this weird language. She said Imay ountrycay Imay omehay Imay Utyday ootay otectpray itay. Oshray Imhay. Then she translated. My country, my home, my duty to protect it. You have to Protect Him. Then she continued to say I have failed….. Don’t fail…. Don’t end up like me. Before that she said protect your country find Gwenn tell him your Lamara’s daughter.
I think Him is whatever is through that gate. Maybe, maybe that language she spoke is a language she learned, when she lived in Him.
“What do you think is through there?” Sophie asked.
“I don’t know,” Allie responded, “there is only one way to find out.”

Is no one going to read my short stories?

I will comment, but you already know what I think from the club.

I love the beginning of this short story! You have a beautiful imagination. The imagination of a child, and that is not meant to be insulting. Get working on the third part soon.

Thankyou Jane. I'm glad you like it. I didn't have too many mistakes, do I?