Chapter1
"Jazlyn, come over here right now!" Belted my stepsister Portia. "Coming" I yelled in reply. When my sinister stepmother Lisa LeBlanque adopted me, she only adopted me to be a servant in her home until I am old enough to leave her mists of evilness behind me. Lisa's only pride and joy is Portia her daughter and my forever enemy. I will never forgive her for the unkind misery she upheld on me.
When I was ten I was selling corn in the sales yard of the town when an beautiful lady came over to me and wiped the blood off my face that I got when a piece of sharp wood scraped my skin. The women had hair the color of the sun, and pale skin, and her eyes where shadowed by the fan she held above her flawless face. She handed me a beautiful doll with a crimson dress, raven hair, and eyes as dark as midnight. I said " Thank you miss" and then gave her a kiss on her cleansed hand. As I looked down at the doll I looked at it enviously. I looked to thank her again but she walked away without a moment too soon. I was shaken out of my trance when I heard Portia's voice from a distance. I hid the doll under a bundle of clothes that I was to change into when I got to the dungeon (my room) later on. The whole day I couldn't wait until I got back to play with my doll while everyone was a sleep. When I arrived at the house later that day it was midnight. I went to my room with a few shillings I earned and saved. I took out my doll and named her Heather. She was my best friend, I told her all my secrets, adventures, and tricks I played on the other servants. One day I came back from picking apples for the Thanksgiving apple pie when I heard laughter coming from my room. It was Portia playing with Heather. "Um, good evening Portia. What exactly are you doing?" I asked curiously trying to sound happy but you could still hear the fear in behind my voice. "Oh, hello Jazlyn," she said evilly "I was just playing with my new doll I found in your room." I couldn't bare the words she just spat out. The scene with her there making my so-called-life a misery taking everything I had, and now Heather. The only thing I knew I could do was to run. I ran so far and so fast out of the house I almost fainted. As the tears rolled down my face I kept on replaying what happened in my head. I swore to myself after that that I would never be to attach to anything in as long as I am with them.
So it has been eight years since that horrible incident. I have saved every penny from selling corn at the sales yard and I almost have enough to escape to America. France isn't that bad but the farther I am from my step evils the better. I made the tea that Portia ordered and I baked the vanilla cake she loves. I am used to the orders now because I have been being a slave my whole life. When I walked up the beautifully furnished staircase when I heard the front door bell ring. I gave Portia the order and retrieved the door. A man about the age of 18 was there with ebony hair, raven eyes, and fair skin. He looked as if he was my age at the most, he was so elegantly dressed and seemed so proper. "How may I help you sir" I asked curious of why he would be here? "I came to give you this necklace Jazlyn. You must keep it safe until we meet again" the handsome man replied and then walked away without a second glance. I was so stunned by what just happened I didn't ask him if he was giving it to the right person, or how he knew my name. The only thing I would do is to keep the beautiful necklace hidden until it is time to be seen again. I walked to the dungeon with the necklace clutched tightly in my hand. I didn't have a chance to look at the piece of jewelry until now. I could only see by the dim lighted torch, which in this case wasn't enough, but it took awhile for my eyes to a just to the dark room. When I could see clearly again I opened my hand to reveal silver necklace with a crescent in the middle. The crescent was of two black roses. It was beautiful, if you looked at the roses carefully you could see a tint of silver on them. There is a loose stone under my bed and I knew it would come into use when I needed it. I then ripped a piece of my tattered dress off and carefully rapped the necklace up and slipped it under the stone. "She'll never find it there" I whispered to myself.
I was doing chores all day as usual, when Lisa called me up to her room unexpectedly. "Jazlyn I would like to speak to you" she yelled without hesitation. "Coming!" I yelled in reply. I walked up the stairs once I finished washing the last gruesome pot. I arrived at the front of Lisa's door wondering what she wanted to talk to me about. I knocked politely and a faint whisper called out "come in." I walked in not expecting anything but an extra load of filthy laundry, but not even that happened. "Jazlyn, one of the servants saw a handsome man at the door this morning. What did he want?" Lisa asked curiously annoyed. " He just wanted to know if we get the prophet, Ma'am" I replied thinking of the first lie on the top of my head. "And you responded how?" She asked as if I said something wrong the mysterious man. "I said 'Yes; we do get the prophet. Is there anything else you need'" I replied with irritation in my voice. "Good. Anyway, while your here you can take Portia's laundry, and mine," she replied " and if that young man does come around again inform me immediately."
I walked away with my hands trembling from the weight of the clothes. I wondered what Lisa was up to. I just wanted to drop everything and leave but something always held me here. I've always dreamt about running away every since... Well, ever. Now I couldn't run away because how would that rather mysterious man find her? "I'll stay until he comes, maybe the truth will be revealed about my past life or who I really am. He knew my name so that has to mean something." I whispered to myself. Ever since that man came I have been pondering how he knew my name. Maybe he knows someone from the market, or maybe he knows where my parents are? I will find out when he comes again, then I will leave this horrid place forever.
After an exhausting day of chores I have some spare time for a long walk. I take long walks every moment I have time, mostly at midnight. There is no one in the woods because the nobles think it isn't sanitary to walk alone in the dark. They don't really live life until they become a commoner. Living off nature is what we do best, that's what I always say. While I follow the path the moonlight makes, I feel the prickly feeling behind my neck as if someone is watching me. I turn around to observe there is nothing there. Then I turn forward to walk again when someone whispered my name "Jazlyn." Frightened by this abnormal event I started running, but it was faster. "Please, I did not mean to offend you. Let me be! I will leave if it pleases you!" I screamed out in terror. Nothing responded. I was so terrified I could feel my heart beating so hard I could feel it coming up through my throat. I started to run leaving the pain in my chest behind as I ran. I tripped and gashed my arm open. As the blood dripped down my pale arm I wondered why I was running from something that I didn't even exist as far as I knew. The voice that whispered my name could've been the wind and the thing behind me could be an animal of some kind. I tried to calm myself down by telling lies, it helped very little.
"Jazlyn, come over here right now!" Belted my stepsister Portia. "Coming" I yelled in reply. When my sinister stepmother Lisa LeBlanque adopted me, she only adopted me to be a servant in her home until I am old enough to leave her mists of evilness behind me. Lisa's only pride and joy is Portia her daughter and my forever enemy. I will never forgive her for the unkind misery she upheld on me.
When I was ten I was selling corn in the sales yard of the town when an beautiful lady came over to me and wiped the blood off my face that I got when a piece of sharp wood scraped my skin. The women had hair the color of the sun, and pale skin, and her eyes where shadowed by the fan she held above her flawless face. She handed me a beautiful doll with a crimson dress, raven hair, and eyes as dark as midnight. I said " Thank you miss" and then gave her a kiss on her cleansed hand. As I looked down at the doll I looked at it enviously. I looked to thank her again but she walked away without a moment too soon. I was shaken out of my trance when I heard Portia's voice from a distance. I hid the doll under a bundle of clothes that I was to change into when I got to the dungeon (my room) later on. The whole day I couldn't wait until I got back to play with my doll while everyone was a sleep. When I arrived at the house later that day it was midnight. I went to my room with a few shillings I earned and saved. I took out my doll and named her Heather. She was my best friend, I told her all my secrets, adventures, and tricks I played on the other servants. One day I came back from picking apples for the Thanksgiving apple pie when I heard laughter coming from my room. It was Portia playing with Heather. "Um, good evening Portia. What exactly are you doing?" I asked curiously trying to sound happy but you could still hear the fear in behind my voice. "Oh, hello Jazlyn," she said evilly "I was just playing with my new doll I found in your room." I couldn't bare the words she just spat out. The scene with her there making my so-called-life a misery taking everything I had, and now Heather. The only thing I knew I could do was to run. I ran so far and so fast out of the house I almost fainted. As the tears rolled down my face I kept on replaying what happened in my head. I swore to myself after that that I would never be to attach to anything in as long as I am with them.
So it has been eight years since that horrible incident. I have saved every penny from selling corn at the sales yard and I almost have enough to escape to America. France isn't that bad but the farther I am from my step evils the better. I made the tea that Portia ordered and I baked the vanilla cake she loves. I am used to the orders now because I have been being a slave my whole life. When I walked up the beautifully furnished staircase when I heard the front door bell ring. I gave Portia the order and retrieved the door. A man about the age of 18 was there with ebony hair, raven eyes, and fair skin. He looked as if he was my age at the most, he was so elegantly dressed and seemed so proper. "How may I help you sir" I asked curious of why he would be here? "I came to give you this necklace Jazlyn. You must keep it safe until we meet again" the handsome man replied and then walked away without a second glance. I was so stunned by what just happened I didn't ask him if he was giving it to the right person, or how he knew my name. The only thing I would do is to keep the beautiful necklace hidden until it is time to be seen again. I walked to the dungeon with the necklace clutched tightly in my hand. I didn't have a chance to look at the piece of jewelry until now. I could only see by the dim lighted torch, which in this case wasn't enough, but it took awhile for my eyes to a just to the dark room. When I could see clearly again I opened my hand to reveal silver necklace with a crescent in the middle. The crescent was of two black roses. It was beautiful, if you looked at the roses carefully you could see a tint of silver on them. There is a loose stone under my bed and I knew it would come into use when I needed it. I then ripped a piece of my tattered dress off and carefully rapped the necklace up and slipped it under the stone. "She'll never find it there" I whispered to myself.
I was doing chores all day as usual, when Lisa called me up to her room unexpectedly. "Jazlyn I would like to speak to you" she yelled without hesitation. "Coming!" I yelled in reply. I walked up the stairs once I finished washing the last gruesome pot. I arrived at the front of Lisa's door wondering what she wanted to talk to me about. I knocked politely and a faint whisper called out "come in." I walked in not expecting anything but an extra load of filthy laundry, but not even that happened. "Jazlyn, one of the servants saw a handsome man at the door this morning. What did he want?" Lisa asked curiously annoyed. " He just wanted to know if we get the prophet, Ma'am" I replied thinking of the first lie on the top of my head. "And you responded how?" She asked as if I said something wrong the mysterious man. "I said 'Yes; we do get the prophet. Is there anything else you need'" I replied with irritation in my voice. "Good. Anyway, while your here you can take Portia's laundry, and mine," she replied " and if that young man does come around again inform me immediately."
I walked away with my hands trembling from the weight of the clothes. I wondered what Lisa was up to. I just wanted to drop everything and leave but something always held me here. I've always dreamt about running away every since... Well, ever. Now I couldn't run away because how would that rather mysterious man find her? "I'll stay until he comes, maybe the truth will be revealed about my past life or who I really am. He knew my name so that has to mean something." I whispered to myself. Ever since that man came I have been pondering how he knew my name. Maybe he knows someone from the market, or maybe he knows where my parents are? I will find out when he comes again, then I will leave this horrid place forever.
After an exhausting day of chores I have some spare time for a long walk. I take long walks every moment I have time, mostly at midnight. There is no one in the woods because the nobles think it isn't sanitary to walk alone in the dark. They don't really live life until they become a commoner. Living off nature is what we do best, that's what I always say. While I follow the path the moonlight makes, I feel the prickly feeling behind my neck as if someone is watching me. I turn around to observe there is nothing there. Then I turn forward to walk again when someone whispered my name "Jazlyn." Frightened by this abnormal event I started running, but it was faster. "Please, I did not mean to offend you. Let me be! I will leave if it pleases you!" I screamed out in terror. Nothing responded. I was so terrified I could feel my heart beating so hard I could feel it coming up through my throat. I started to run leaving the pain in my chest behind as I ran. I tripped and gashed my arm open. As the blood dripped down my pale arm I wondered why I was running from something that I didn't even exist as far as I knew. The voice that whispered my name could've been the wind and the thing behind me could be an animal of some kind. I tried to calm myself down by telling lies, it helped very little.
