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Chapter 1: An Invitation
A vibrant, beautiful blond looked over the stove stirring the contents in a large boiling pot. She had long shiny hair, ocean blue eyes, and a face even an angel would envy. She starred as vegetables and meat would swirl around the pot. She had a peaceful expression on her face as she wondered when her husband well return.
"Mother," a young girl who the splitting image of her except for her eyes. Her eyes were like her father's a wise grey. She looked up holding some flowers, her white dress dirty with mud. The woman looked down a little frustrated with the fact that her daughter had no concern for cleanliness.
"Yes?" she said simply as she made her way to the sink grabbing a rag and started to clean her daughter's face.
"Mother, I brought you some flowers, so you can put in the vase," she said trying to avoid the rough material of the rag against her sensitive skin of her face. "Don't you like them?" she asked once again. Her mother stood up and sighed putting the rag back in the sink. She then turned to the table and grabbled a crystal vase that had dried up flowers that looked they haven't been replaced in a week. She threw the old ones away and filled the vase back up with water.
"Here you go, Faith" she said a bit more cheerful. She placed the crystal vase back on the table. Faith sat on a chair leaning towards the middle of the table and carefully put the new flowers in the vase. She tilted her head sad like.
"Mother when do you think father will come back from his next adventure?" she asked placing her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her hand.
"Elbows off the table!" she said unnerved like. Faith did as she was told, the blond turned back to the food she was preparing. She bent low and took out a fresh loaf of bread from the over. "I don't know when he'll be back," she said in a more calm voice. Faith sighed as she waited patiently for dinner.
"You think when I'm older he'll take me on his adventures some day?" she asked her mother who was pouring the finished stew in a porcelain bowel.
"Maybe," she said simply placing a bowel in front of her with a fork and napkin. The small girl knew better than to pick up the spoon. She waited as her mother poured her a bowel of stew and placed a fork in the seat opposite of her. She then bent low and grabbed a pitcher of milk and poured in matching cups.
"Mother, when do you think father will come home?" Faith had said in a serious voice. Her mother served both cups and sat down opposite of her. Her mother sighed deeply.
"I suppose sometime soon, when he finds his treasure… or decides to take up a decent job to support his family," she said as she picked up her spoon and started to eat. Faith knew this meant she was allowed to eat. Faith knew her mother had been raised properly with manners, she also knew her mother was really well off when she was young.
A knock on the door made Faith drop he spoon in her bowel which made her mother's face turn red for a moment. "I'll get that," Faith's mother said. She stood up and made her way towards the door. She opened it to see a well dressed man on the other side.
"Hello, Madam are you Celes Cole?" the mans started. Celes nodded.
"Yes I am," she said and the man continued.
"Well, I am Edward Lawler, I am the royal messenger and also a knight of Figaro," he said as he took off his hat and bowed.
"Oh, well then, you must come in," she said opening the door and inviting the man in. Faith gapsed in awe his armor was all shiny. Each step can be heard as his armor clinked.
"Yes, well I cannot stay too long I have other messages to give out. Though this formal invitation to King Edgar's wedding," he said simply. "He hopes to see all his close acquaintances there," he said before bowing and walking back out the door. Celes made her way and closed the door behind the man.
"Wow! I didn't know you knew a king mother!" Faith said as she jumped out the chair. Her mother seemed to have been daydreaming and was upset when Faith disturbed her.
"Faith, back in your chair and finish your dinner," Celes scolded her daughter before going to her room.
Later that night Faith could not sleep wondering if she would ever get to see the kingdom of Figaro. She had crept out of bed and peaked through a crack from the door. She saw her mother looking sullen throwing the invitation into the oven's fire. Faith sadly went back to bed wondering why her mother had did such a thing.
Author's Note: Okay so it's a small chapter I hope you like it. Reviews would be excellent!
