(A/N: This is my first Ella Enchatned fanfic, though it won't have a
lot of Ella in it. "awe" the audiences says, but I promise I'll make it up
to you! Remember, this is a work in progress and will therefore be
subjected to changes if I see fit. I don't own Ella, though I wish I did,
then I would stop those mad, crazy people from making a movie out of my
book and then turning it into a monster that will fangoriously devour the
entire village of Bast!!! Umm.ok, enough of that, one with the story!
This is just the, um, prologue? Yes, the prologue. Unless it's the epilogue.)
The roses cover me, their deep rich red hues blocking my view of the room around me. I'm alone and unable to move and very, very vulnerable. The scent of the roses fill my nostrils and engulf my body. Will I never escape from this prison?
~*~*~
Gavin was awakened by a scream in the night-his scream in the night to be more accurate. His forehead was moist from perspiration and the cold night air seeped through the curtained window and into his room, surrounding him, and the smell of roses was faintly fading away. His body was chilled, but his heart was racing as if he had been running for miles. The sound of the door opening startled him.
"Gavin, is everything alright?" Eleanor, Queen of Kyrria, came rushing into her son's room.
Gavin quickly wiped away at the sweat on his forehead and tried to calm his beating heart, "Yes Mother, just a bad dream."
Ella looked at her son with all the concern a Mother was wont to. He would be eighteen soon, and titled Prince Regent. He felt the responsibility weighing on his shoulders, this she knew, and was worried he no longer felt the need to confide in her. If only Charmont was here to speak with their son, but he was currently roaming the boarders, taking inventory of Kyrria.
"Gavin, you know you can speak to me about anything?" Ella said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, Mother, thank you." He replied, but Ella could still see the look of obstinate self independence in his eyes.
Ella clasped her son to her bosom, wondering where all the years had gone. She backed away from his bed and watched as he laid himself down, pulling the covers up around himself. She closed the door and sighed.
"The same way I was when I was younger," She said, then walked down the hall towards her own room.
This is just the, um, prologue? Yes, the prologue. Unless it's the epilogue.)
The roses cover me, their deep rich red hues blocking my view of the room around me. I'm alone and unable to move and very, very vulnerable. The scent of the roses fill my nostrils and engulf my body. Will I never escape from this prison?
~*~*~
Gavin was awakened by a scream in the night-his scream in the night to be more accurate. His forehead was moist from perspiration and the cold night air seeped through the curtained window and into his room, surrounding him, and the smell of roses was faintly fading away. His body was chilled, but his heart was racing as if he had been running for miles. The sound of the door opening startled him.
"Gavin, is everything alright?" Eleanor, Queen of Kyrria, came rushing into her son's room.
Gavin quickly wiped away at the sweat on his forehead and tried to calm his beating heart, "Yes Mother, just a bad dream."
Ella looked at her son with all the concern a Mother was wont to. He would be eighteen soon, and titled Prince Regent. He felt the responsibility weighing on his shoulders, this she knew, and was worried he no longer felt the need to confide in her. If only Charmont was here to speak with their son, but he was currently roaming the boarders, taking inventory of Kyrria.
"Gavin, you know you can speak to me about anything?" Ella said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, Mother, thank you." He replied, but Ella could still see the look of obstinate self independence in his eyes.
Ella clasped her son to her bosom, wondering where all the years had gone. She backed away from his bed and watched as he laid himself down, pulling the covers up around himself. She closed the door and sighed.
"The same way I was when I was younger," She said, then walked down the hall towards her own room.
