short story about the connection of geography and daily life.

Since the beginning of time the lands of Lithar and Montar have been rivals. Divided by the great Oleander River no one dares to pass over. Our story begins when a girl, Laury, is sent down to the river to do the washing. Hoping to see a mysterious Montarian she descends down from her home atop the trees. As she walked through the forest she stared over at the great Montarian mountain range and wondered. What would it be like to live in those vast mountains and rolling hills? Are the Montarians really that hostile and cruel? Preoccupied with her daydreaming she tripped over a branch and fell flat on her face. Just as she was regaining her balance she heard a faint voice. “Are you ok?” Laury jumped, for she thought she was the only one there. She searched around for the voice, but the only one that she saw was that of a boy across the river!!!

Without thinking she replied “I thi--” Suddenly a hand clasped her mouth and pulled her behind a bush. It was her eldest sister Lana. ...