BLOG 'THE SUN HAS RISEN' A SHORT STORY     STORIES 0 COMMENTS Written by Harry Croose 'THE SUN HAS RISEN'   'Darkness clouds the truth.’ That is what her father had said, well the last thing he had said, and yet as Sarah gazed up to the sky, clouds still remained supreme. Sarah could not deny that the clouds were majestic and in a way beautiful, but her taste for the sunlight had only grown after every passing night after night after night. Young Sarah was only 15 years old, in the tucked-away village of Dawnbrook, of the Southern Isles, named after the setting sun, yet she still believed that one day light would return, her father, he had promised her. Sarah’s blonde hair, reflected off the water, bogged in the streets, it was so shiny that even passing peasants gazed longingly at the long shadow she left behind, her Uncle even said that ‘she could light up a room – literally.’ She was, so they say, the last of her Noble House, the House Sigil of the Sun woven on her robes. The only good thing about the darkness was that if the peasants knew who she was, they would extinguish the last of their honour for just a mouldy bit of bread. Because, of the darkness, there was anarchy in the province. All of the food shelters have been raided, and a large famine swept over the land. She couldn’t help the peasants even if she wanted to, because the moment they found out who she was… she would be blamed for the disaster; she only trusted her Councillors that were put in place guarding what was left of the Order. Lifting her Oil Lantern, to the Castle Gates, the guards let her in reluctantly, but told her that ‘if her Ladyship tried to help the poor again, she will become a Peasant.’ Sarah did not know why she tolerated their behaviour, but then she remembered the world is not safe anymore.  ‘Good evening, my Lady. The City Guards, kept a close eye on you at any rate.’ Lord Arthur Blaze was a gentle kindly man, tall nearly 6ft 5, one of the few men she remotely trusted. ‘Forgive me for the interference, Lady Sarah, but my father entrusted that I keep you safe, ideally on this side of the Castle Gate.’ Lady Sarah gained her breath back, from the long walk to the nearby village, and put on the ‘Lady’ Voice. ‘I appreciate you looking out for me Lord Blaze, I was just making a personal assessment of the damages caused by the famine.’ She sighed deeply, ‘the darkness has taken more then what my fellow councillors has informed me. I may be a child, but while I am the standing Lady of the House Sunstall, I do not expect my councillors to lie to me – in future.’ She thought to herself darkly, ‘if there is a future’. ---------- With her robes, bellowing outside in…