Miss Genovee: A Narrative Analysis

“Once, ten years ago, there was a forest, a dark green forest that mythical creatures were said to roam, there was a cradle. A small, wicker basket-like carriage, from which emanated a sound that nearly frightened away all the animals in the forest.” “What was it, Miss Genovese?”

“A baby, three to be precise. They were sat in the warmth of the cradle, and, while hunting the Ceryneian Hind, Mister Desmond heard the crying and came to investigate. And he found you and your friends. He brought the cradle to our homes, and we took care of you from then on.”

“Is that true, Miss Genovese?”

“It is if you wish, anything is possible.” Wow, thanks, Miss Genovese. So much for straight answers.

“Ok, Miss Genovese. I’m gonna go

I guess that I will have to wait and see what could be setting off all of the alarms in my head. “Did I mention how much this place sucks?” Diomedes says, glancing about fearfully. Indeed, “this place” is not fun. A dark forest, filled with darker shades of green than an average forest should have. The path to the river was almost as overgrown as the forest floor, with ferns and ivy dominating over the grass. Continuing through the forest, something darts out of the corner of my eye. When I look over, there is nothing there.
Suddenly, a rustle in nearby bushes makes me jump. Diomedes almost screams and runs away but I grab him. Out from the bushes, hops a hideous, terrifying…
“Wow. you guys? It’s a bunny,” Terezie laughs, while still

“No, I’m going to the river and you can’t stop me.” I sigh and shake my head. Why does Terezie have to be so steadfast? Suddenly, a purple light flashes ahead in front of us. I look at Diomedes to make sure he hadn’t run away. He had not, although it looked like he was about to. I turn to Terezie and nervously say, “You can’t seriously want to see what that is.”

“And if I do?”

“Come on, do you want to get in trouble? That… that thing, whatever it is, is no doubt dangerous.” I look at my terrified friend. “Also, Diomedes looks like he is about to cry.”

“Alright, I guess for Diomedes,” she says with a sigh, although she seemed relieved somebody talked her out of it. we walk as fast as possible towards home, Diomedes in the lead, and I rush to the library tell Miss Genovese.

“Miss Genovese! Miss Genovese! There was a big purple light (gasp) and lots of scary noises (gasp) and I got scared and-”

“Calm down, Silvanus. Tell me more about the light. Was it big? Rectangular?”

“Both of those things, Miss Genovese. What is it?”

“Your description fits a portal to The Pit, a place too terrible for anything to live, as frost battles with