This is my side of Viewpoints. Theladysong and I are co-writing these together. Please tell us what you think.
"I'll be okay Pa. I promise." Laylia said to her father.
"Are you sure? You haven't been yourself the past few weeks." answered
the man standing next to her who was obviously her father.
"Just nerves." She answered quickly, her bright blue eyes nervous.
"Alright then, bye." He said, walking back to his carraige. The girl
took a deep sigh. As her curls billowed about her face she wondered if these
boys would accept her.
A stable boy seeing her approching, asked if she had come to see some
one in particular.
"I know I don't look it, but I'm too be a page." She awnsered politely.
His eyes wided. "Oh, begging your pardon ma'am." Most female pages who
came were ugly and had only come because they were positive they could not
find a husband. This girl looked as if she would break if she were touched.
She was almost too beautiful to be real.
"That's quite alright. Would you be so kind as to show me Lord Wyldon's
chambers?" she said in reply.
When they reached Lord Wyldon's office, she became even more nervous,
if that is at all possible. Now it was her turn to be judged.
"New page to see you, my lord." Said the stable boy quickly, rushing
away immediately.
"Name and house." Said the man when the door had closed.
"Laylia of Kirgiz Step, my lord." said Laylia, tiltiling him as the
stableboy had.
Wyldon jumped at the femine voice coming from what he had thought was a
boy. Would there be four girls this year? I should have rid myself of them
when I had the chance, he thought.
"Yes, Reea will see to you, show your room and such."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Once she had been taken to her room and had told the servent Reea that,
No, she didn't have a servant, thank you very much, and that yes she would be
joining the rest of the pages for dinner. She sat in her room to think. And
think hard.
She hated her life, her life in general. She hated being beautiful, she
hated living so far away from civilization and most of all she hated the
man.
The man. He was the terror of her life. When she was alone she was
never safe. He would get her, she knew that. He was always watching, always
ready to cloak her in the blackness that would eventually be her death. He
was the reason she was here in the first place.She knew chances were she
would never make it. But maybe, just maybe, if she could learn to fight the
blackness, she could break free.
"I'll be okay Pa. I promise." Laylia said to her father.
"Are you sure? You haven't been yourself the past few weeks." answered
the man standing next to her who was obviously her father.
"Just nerves." She answered quickly, her bright blue eyes nervous.
"Alright then, bye." He said, walking back to his carraige. The girl
took a deep sigh. As her curls billowed about her face she wondered if these
boys would accept her.
A stable boy seeing her approching, asked if she had come to see some
one in particular.
"I know I don't look it, but I'm too be a page." She awnsered politely.
His eyes wided. "Oh, begging your pardon ma'am." Most female pages who
came were ugly and had only come because they were positive they could not
find a husband. This girl looked as if she would break if she were touched.
She was almost too beautiful to be real.
"That's quite alright. Would you be so kind as to show me Lord Wyldon's
chambers?" she said in reply.
When they reached Lord Wyldon's office, she became even more nervous,
if that is at all possible. Now it was her turn to be judged.
"New page to see you, my lord." Said the stable boy quickly, rushing
away immediately.
"Name and house." Said the man when the door had closed.
"Laylia of Kirgiz Step, my lord." said Laylia, tiltiling him as the
stableboy had.
Wyldon jumped at the femine voice coming from what he had thought was a
boy. Would there be four girls this year? I should have rid myself of them
when I had the chance, he thought.
"Yes, Reea will see to you, show your room and such."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Once she had been taken to her room and had told the servent Reea that,
No, she didn't have a servant, thank you very much, and that yes she would be
joining the rest of the pages for dinner. She sat in her room to think. And
think hard.
She hated her life, her life in general. She hated being beautiful, she
hated living so far away from civilization and most of all she hated the
man.
The man. He was the terror of her life. When she was alone she was
never safe. He would get her, she knew that. He was always watching, always
ready to cloak her in the blackness that would eventually be her death. He
was the reason she was here in the first place.She knew chances were she
would never make it. But maybe, just maybe, if she could learn to fight the
blackness, she could break free.