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Apr 12, 2014 06:11PM
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Thanks Julia! Just an FYI to everyone: I won't be able to post the first chapter right away since I'm still creating the characters, but I should have it up sometime tomorrow.
Chapter One: My Cursed Dream
My body aches on the hard wooden floor. I shiver with cold, fore I am only wearing a simple dress, the dress a maid and a commoner would wear. The only type of warmth that is finding me is from the small and dying fire that I lay next to. Somehow, the soot and ashes are being blown onto me. My face is dirty and has not been washed for days. I stink like hard work and sweaty pigs.
My eyes are shut. I am dreaming. Dreaming of my childhood. My glorious childhood, where I had everything that I had ever wanted. I had books, beautiful clothes, days of fun, but the best part was I had him. A father.
The dream started like so. I was a little girl, with my milk chocolate hair was plated into a braid that twirled around the back of my head. A fine dress made up of some of the best pink threads in all the land. It was a simple pink though, powder pink, that is. I was in the most beautiful shoes. They were cream flats with soft pads on the bottom to keep my feet from blistering.
One of my servants, I liked to think of them as helpful friends though, steered me to a mirror that took up the length of the wall. I looked beautiful. The powder pink really brought out the softness of my light blue eyes. The dress succeeded in making my soft pink lips stand out. I look down onto my freshly lotioned uncalloused hand. My hand had never seen hard work before so it looked like silk. Fine silk.
My eyes travel up from my hand and back into the mirror. I find my helpful friend, Katya standing right behind me. She looked so young, and she was so pretty. She had the most beautiful green eyes, even the prince would fight to get her. She was about average sized for a woman, but to me, she looked like a giant. Katya had no wrinkles yet. She always wore a smile. I like to believe that it's the most beautiful in all the land. She scolded me with that gorgeous smile every time I said that and warned me not to stay it in front of her majesty. I agree with my own smile, but I still tell her that it is the most amazing smile. Katya had lovely brown hair back then, that she kept twisted neatly in a bun.
Katya's rough hand traveled up to my shoulder. She gave it a little squeeze. I loved Katya, she was like the mother I had never had.
My mother had been named Eleanor. She was the fairest, kindest, and most magical person in all the land, or that's how my father put it. I never knew her. She died giving birth to me. The thought of her is so sad, a silent tear falls down my cheek. Katya gives me a stern look telling me not to be sad on this fine day. I nod my head slowly in agreement.
How could I be sad? Today was most likely going to be one one of the best days in my entire life. Today was the day I got a new mother and two sisters in one day! How could anyone be sad on a day like this? Little did I know that this would be the worst day in my entire life. Today would be the day that cursed my life forever.
Then, suddenly, my papa entered the room. A merry smile was strung across his face. Papa was wearing fine suit made for the nobleman that he was. I ran from the mirror to greet him. His arms opened up wide for me to jump into. I did exactly that. He embraced me in the most fatherly hug possible. He felt warm. Warm with love. My father radiated love. While still in the hug, Papa bent down and whispered into my ear, "You remember your part in this, right?" His voice was like milk and honey wrapped in a lot of love. Anyone who heard his voice should have been encased is it. I nod my head so that he knows I heard him. I was going to be a flower girl, one of the three. I was going to do it with my new sisters, well, they were not my sisters yet, but they would be after the wedding. A man comes telling my father that it was time to go. He pulls me tight into a hug and says to me, "I love you." I hug him tighter. Eventually, he peels me away and heads off to get into position for the wedding.
I arrived a few minutes after him. I was given a basket filled with rose petals. The music began to play and me and my to-be sisters began to casually throw the petals around. It was darling. My to-be mother was following right behind us. Her face was kept stern. Her face was always stern. I had once asked my Papa if she had the ability to smile. He chuckled and told me she had a beautiful smile, but it could never match mine.
We were about halfway down the isle when my life ended. My to-be sisters were prancing about with the flowers, I was smiling one of my biggest smiles ever, and my to-be mother was walking slowly and scowling. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, my father keels over at the front of the altar. I tilt my head. Was he okay? He didn't look okay. My Papa was on the ground now. He was certainly not okay. I abandoned all my flower throwing duties and ran over to him. My to-be mother followed, a look of concern was spread across her face. We both knelt down on one side of him. My to-be mother was staring in horror. I had my mouth open, unsure what to do.
Papa looked over at his to-be wife, then his gaze rested on me. "I love you." He muttered weekly. "I'll always love you." That's when he closed his eyes for good.
I woke up a minute later, tears in my eyes from the memory of my father's passing.
My body aches on the hard wooden floor. I shiver with cold, fore I am only wearing a simple dress, the dress a maid and a commoner would wear. The only type of warmth that is finding me is from the small and dying fire that I lay next to. Somehow, the soot and ashes are being blown onto me. My face is dirty and has not been washed for days. I stink like hard work and sweaty pigs.
My eyes are shut. I am dreaming. Dreaming of my childhood. My glorious childhood, where I had everything that I had ever wanted. I had books, beautiful clothes, days of fun, but the best part was I had him. A father.
The dream started like so. I was a little girl, with my milk chocolate hair was plated into a braid that twirled around the back of my head. A fine dress made up of some of the best pink threads in all the land. It was a simple pink though, powder pink, that is. I was in the most beautiful shoes. They were cream flats with soft pads on the bottom to keep my feet from blistering.
One of my servants, I liked to think of them as helpful friends though, steered me to a mirror that took up the length of the wall. I looked beautiful. The powder pink really brought out the softness of my light blue eyes. The dress succeeded in making my soft pink lips stand out. I look down onto my freshly lotioned uncalloused hand. My hand had never seen hard work before so it looked like silk. Fine silk.
My eyes travel up from my hand and back into the mirror. I find my helpful friend, Katya standing right behind me. She looked so young, and she was so pretty. She had the most beautiful green eyes, even the prince would fight to get her. She was about average sized for a woman, but to me, she looked like a giant. Katya had no wrinkles yet. She always wore a smile. I like to believe that it's the most beautiful in all the land. She scolded me with that gorgeous smile every time I said that and warned me not to stay it in front of her majesty. I agree with my own smile, but I still tell her that it is the most amazing smile. Katya had lovely brown hair back then, that she kept twisted neatly in a bun.
Katya's rough hand traveled up to my shoulder. She gave it a little squeeze. I loved Katya, she was like the mother I had never had.
My mother had been named Eleanor. She was the fairest, kindest, and most magical person in all the land, or that's how my father put it. I never knew her. She died giving birth to me. The thought of her is so sad, a silent tear falls down my cheek. Katya gives me a stern look telling me not to be sad on this fine day. I nod my head slowly in agreement.
How could I be sad? Today was most likely going to be one one of the best days in my entire life. Today was the day I got a new mother and two sisters in one day! How could anyone be sad on a day like this? Little did I know that this would be the worst day in my entire life. Today would be the day that cursed my life forever.
Then, suddenly, my papa entered the room. A merry smile was strung across his face. Papa was wearing fine suit made for the nobleman that he was. I ran from the mirror to greet him. His arms opened up wide for me to jump into. I did exactly that. He embraced me in the most fatherly hug possible. He felt warm. Warm with love. My father radiated love. While still in the hug, Papa bent down and whispered into my ear, "You remember your part in this, right?" His voice was like milk and honey wrapped in a lot of love. Anyone who heard his voice should have been encased is it. I nod my head so that he knows I heard him. I was going to be a flower girl, one of the three. I was going to do it with my new sisters, well, they were not my sisters yet, but they would be after the wedding. A man comes telling my father that it was time to go. He pulls me tight into a hug and says to me, "I love you." I hug him tighter. Eventually, he peels me away and heads off to get into position for the wedding.
I arrived a few minutes after him. I was given a basket filled with rose petals. The music began to play and me and my to-be sisters began to casually throw the petals around. It was darling. My to-be mother was following right behind us. Her face was kept stern. Her face was always stern. I had once asked my Papa if she had the ability to smile. He chuckled and told me she had a beautiful smile, but it could never match mine.
We were about halfway down the isle when my life ended. My to-be sisters were prancing about with the flowers, I was smiling one of my biggest smiles ever, and my to-be mother was walking slowly and scowling. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, my father keels over at the front of the altar. I tilt my head. Was he okay? He didn't look okay. My Papa was on the ground now. He was certainly not okay. I abandoned all my flower throwing duties and ran over to him. My to-be mother followed, a look of concern was spread across her face. We both knelt down on one side of him. My to-be mother was staring in horror. I had my mouth open, unsure what to do.
Papa looked over at his to-be wife, then his gaze rested on me. "I love you." He muttered weekly. "I'll always love you." That's when he closed his eyes for good.
I woke up a minute later, tears in my eyes from the memory of my father's passing.
