Chapter 1
Sharon was very quiet: her voice merely came in a murmur. Very unlike her mother, Genevieve.
Who hasn't heard of the great Genevieve? She was a duchess, and of noble blood. In her veins flowed Queen Ella's blood, yet she was selfish and cruel. Sharon didn't really like living with her mad mother, but she loved Ella. It was September when she found out that the Queen was her aunt. Aunt Olive and Hattie was there, too, with there simpering smiles and cold stares. She saw Hattie gazing at her dear Uncle the King. She saw Olive wince when she dropped her silver KJ. They were horrible people. Sharon hated them, too.
It was when Sharon was only 9 years old. Genevieve was keen to keep the blood secret away from her in fear that Sharon might inherit the throne if they died and their children too young to rule. But Uncle Char personally summoned her and told her much to Genevieve's dismay. Sharon, however, ran out laughing.
"Is that you, Sharon?"
"No, actually, I think I'm an ogre," She had said sarcastically.
But that was six years ago. Now, she was a young woman of 15. Word spread like wildfire that she was the King's niece (which Sharon found it funny because they never referred her as the Queen's niece). It didn't make her any kind of princess, but her beloved Uncle and Aunt kind of adopted her as one. She became closer to them than her sour Mother, and Dad passed away long time ago, when she was only 2. But he be alive, maybe she would have a better life back at home.
"Sharon!"
"Sharon!"
"Wake up, you old pile of yellow eyed dogs!"
I, Sharon, woke up indignantly. Who was she to call me an old pile of yellow eyed dogs? I might as well call her a chamber pot full of waste and edible urine. For all I know, she deserved to be one.
"You lassie, wake up!"
Yeah, yeah, who cares. I rolled out of bed, groaning. "What time is it, Mom?" I asked looking at my sundial on the wall. Oh, 6:50. Better get ready, then, I see.
"Sharon!" she barked. "Hurry, hurry, hurry! I'm hungry, you useless dump, I'm waiting! You're lucky I'm so patient!" Which made me snort.
I sighed. Yes, of course, she always was. I looked at that fat, plump body. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd be hungry..but no time to think. Better get going.
She swung her hand at my face. If I had ducked, it would have been worse. Then, she would've used her best weapon against me and me only. Which was the Secret Service, those fools.
So I didn't duck. I accepted the hit, and it burned my cheek. If I had called out or hit her back and swore, I would've been beaten by her brainwashed Meatballs: Jane, Patience, and Jack. Jack was the oldest from all three of us and the favorite of my mother as I was of the dearest rulers: my aunt and uncle. Ella and Charmont. My uncle told me to call him Char so I do. Uncle Char.
I didn't wait. I couldn't endure another slap because (according to her) I was as slow as a snail. This was a hypocrite's saying. I was the fastest in my finishing school at everything possible. Sewing a pair of breeches in 5 minutes? No problem.
I wanted to fight back. I wanted to fight back. C'mon, Sharon, fight back.
No, I couldn't. I couldn't. 'Do you want to end up on the streets with only the clothes on your back?' asked the voice in my head testily.
Then slowly, secretly, I thought, "Yes."
I set up a plan. It wasn't simple. Okay, it seemed simple, but, really, it wasn't. Here was the plan:
Runaway Plan
Tell her that the King and Queen sent for me
Run out and go to the Castle
Ask the Royal Cook for some food and ingredients
Then ask the Royal Tailors for some clothes, shoes, and linen
Ask Bryan for some hay and a rope and bring my horse, Artemis
Say that you've been sent to a survival school
Run like daisies
Survival Plan In the Wilderness
Pick up herbs, grind to paste to make toothpaste. Add water.
Bring weapons along and hunt
Gather edible plants
Bring canteen of water and find wells or fountains
Look for help from kind people
Herbs also work like a charm to heal a wound or sickness
Fishing gear
I need:
Fishing gear
Weapons
Food and Salt
Water
My horse, Artemis.
Stationery
My Spitz*, Wotcher
Extra set of clothes and shoes. Remember to bring pants as well
I would only take necessities. Artemis was a beautiful black horse, with
a shiny ebony colored hair. Her mane was carefully groomed by Bryan,
because he was much greater handler with horses than I was. I sometimes
groomed her too, and even rode her around the Royal Gardens (Which was as
large as ten castles!), but I was never able to match Bryan. But I was
good for a girl and no one was able to match me when it came to races.
Who can blame me? I rode horses before I was able to walk. The only
person that can beat me was the stable boy, Bryan. But he was too shy to
enter such famous contests.
And what about my sweet dog, Wotcher? He was large, and his ears were pointy. His tail was only down when he was sad, and I wanted to bring him along because of his company. Such a fine Spitz, he was. We were through a lot together. Once, when I was 6, I was swept away by a current. Wotcher was only 5 months old, but he ran faster than I've ever seen him and pulled me out and saved my life. Another time, when I was about somewhere around 8, he saved Bryan's life from burning to death. Since then, Bryan worked for my aunt and uncle. He loved Wotcher more than anyone else in the universe, even Artemis and maybe even me. If Wotcher dies, Bryan will visit his grave forever..
But when should I leave?
That was inevitably a rather stupid question.
Okay.let's see. Next week, ball. The whole next week will be the Ball. So I'll have to leave before that. Today's Monday. Tomorrow's Tuesday. That's it! Wednesday this week. Tuesday is the great Festival of Music. I wouldn't be able to attend it as always and running away to a castle with only guards there and no Tailors, and no Cooks was just plain dumb. Wednesday was perfect. My mother would definitely be distracted at Wednesday. Which was Kyrrian Pie Day.
Plan A.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's Note
Yeah, I like stories about people running away and stuff and the next chapters are coming up soon! I'll really try to show you a picture or something but I don't think that's possible...You'll have to read Ella Enchanted to grasp what this story is about. Please Send Reviews!
Sharon was very quiet: her voice merely came in a murmur. Very unlike her mother, Genevieve.
Who hasn't heard of the great Genevieve? She was a duchess, and of noble blood. In her veins flowed Queen Ella's blood, yet she was selfish and cruel. Sharon didn't really like living with her mad mother, but she loved Ella. It was September when she found out that the Queen was her aunt. Aunt Olive and Hattie was there, too, with there simpering smiles and cold stares. She saw Hattie gazing at her dear Uncle the King. She saw Olive wince when she dropped her silver KJ. They were horrible people. Sharon hated them, too.
It was when Sharon was only 9 years old. Genevieve was keen to keep the blood secret away from her in fear that Sharon might inherit the throne if they died and their children too young to rule. But Uncle Char personally summoned her and told her much to Genevieve's dismay. Sharon, however, ran out laughing.
"Is that you, Sharon?"
"No, actually, I think I'm an ogre," She had said sarcastically.
But that was six years ago. Now, she was a young woman of 15. Word spread like wildfire that she was the King's niece (which Sharon found it funny because they never referred her as the Queen's niece). It didn't make her any kind of princess, but her beloved Uncle and Aunt kind of adopted her as one. She became closer to them than her sour Mother, and Dad passed away long time ago, when she was only 2. But he be alive, maybe she would have a better life back at home.
"Sharon!"
"Sharon!"
"Wake up, you old pile of yellow eyed dogs!"
I, Sharon, woke up indignantly. Who was she to call me an old pile of yellow eyed dogs? I might as well call her a chamber pot full of waste and edible urine. For all I know, she deserved to be one.
"You lassie, wake up!"
Yeah, yeah, who cares. I rolled out of bed, groaning. "What time is it, Mom?" I asked looking at my sundial on the wall. Oh, 6:50. Better get ready, then, I see.
"Sharon!" she barked. "Hurry, hurry, hurry! I'm hungry, you useless dump, I'm waiting! You're lucky I'm so patient!" Which made me snort.
I sighed. Yes, of course, she always was. I looked at that fat, plump body. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd be hungry..but no time to think. Better get going.
She swung her hand at my face. If I had ducked, it would have been worse. Then, she would've used her best weapon against me and me only. Which was the Secret Service, those fools.
So I didn't duck. I accepted the hit, and it burned my cheek. If I had called out or hit her back and swore, I would've been beaten by her brainwashed Meatballs: Jane, Patience, and Jack. Jack was the oldest from all three of us and the favorite of my mother as I was of the dearest rulers: my aunt and uncle. Ella and Charmont. My uncle told me to call him Char so I do. Uncle Char.
I didn't wait. I couldn't endure another slap because (according to her) I was as slow as a snail. This was a hypocrite's saying. I was the fastest in my finishing school at everything possible. Sewing a pair of breeches in 5 minutes? No problem.
I wanted to fight back. I wanted to fight back. C'mon, Sharon, fight back.
No, I couldn't. I couldn't. 'Do you want to end up on the streets with only the clothes on your back?' asked the voice in my head testily.
Then slowly, secretly, I thought, "Yes."
I set up a plan. It wasn't simple. Okay, it seemed simple, but, really, it wasn't. Here was the plan:
Runaway Plan
Tell her that the King and Queen sent for me
Run out and go to the Castle
Ask the Royal Cook for some food and ingredients
Then ask the Royal Tailors for some clothes, shoes, and linen
Ask Bryan for some hay and a rope and bring my horse, Artemis
Say that you've been sent to a survival school
Run like daisies
Survival Plan In the Wilderness
Pick up herbs, grind to paste to make toothpaste. Add water.
Bring weapons along and hunt
Gather edible plants
Bring canteen of water and find wells or fountains
Look for help from kind people
Herbs also work like a charm to heal a wound or sickness
Fishing gear
I need:
Fishing gear
Weapons
Food and Salt
Water
My horse, Artemis.
Stationery
My Spitz*, Wotcher
Extra set of clothes and shoes. Remember to bring pants as well
I would only take necessities. Artemis was a beautiful black horse, with
a shiny ebony colored hair. Her mane was carefully groomed by Bryan,
because he was much greater handler with horses than I was. I sometimes
groomed her too, and even rode her around the Royal Gardens (Which was as
large as ten castles!), but I was never able to match Bryan. But I was
good for a girl and no one was able to match me when it came to races.
Who can blame me? I rode horses before I was able to walk. The only
person that can beat me was the stable boy, Bryan. But he was too shy to
enter such famous contests.
And what about my sweet dog, Wotcher? He was large, and his ears were pointy. His tail was only down when he was sad, and I wanted to bring him along because of his company. Such a fine Spitz, he was. We were through a lot together. Once, when I was 6, I was swept away by a current. Wotcher was only 5 months old, but he ran faster than I've ever seen him and pulled me out and saved my life. Another time, when I was about somewhere around 8, he saved Bryan's life from burning to death. Since then, Bryan worked for my aunt and uncle. He loved Wotcher more than anyone else in the universe, even Artemis and maybe even me. If Wotcher dies, Bryan will visit his grave forever..
But when should I leave?
That was inevitably a rather stupid question.
Okay.let's see. Next week, ball. The whole next week will be the Ball. So I'll have to leave before that. Today's Monday. Tomorrow's Tuesday. That's it! Wednesday this week. Tuesday is the great Festival of Music. I wouldn't be able to attend it as always and running away to a castle with only guards there and no Tailors, and no Cooks was just plain dumb. Wednesday was perfect. My mother would definitely be distracted at Wednesday. Which was Kyrrian Pie Day.
Plan A.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's Note
Yeah, I like stories about people running away and stuff and the next chapters are coming up soon! I'll really try to show you a picture or something but I don't think that's possible...You'll have to read Ella Enchanted to grasp what this story is about. Please Send Reviews!