Showers of Gold
Chapter 1- The Last Day-
Upon the dirt floor of the small hut like apartment something lay bundled underneath a ratty blanket that had seen many weary days and nights. The living thing slept in a fetal position trying to keep any morsel of warmth the blanket could provide. The shape began to stir slightly at first slowly waking from an uncomfortable slumber. The bundle, a girl, turned on her side, eyes yet to open, struggling to stay asleep. Slowly but surely the eyes, a swirling mix of dark chocolate and coal black, opened. Eyes that seemed to be stuck in the afterglow of a dream still holding on to the fantasy world we all slip into. She blinked once very slowly, long black eyelashes meeting and separating from each other for a fragment of a second. Recognition lit her face and as it did so her oval shaped face, with its rounded features flipped through of a vast array of emotions. Portraying sorrow, remorse, and last but not least, hope. The sadness slipped into her heart making it clench in anticipation and fear forcing her cherry-brown lips into a frown. For today's work of chores and her job lie ahead of her for the last time in her loathsome home, if one were to call it that….
Dreadful seems to be the only word that fits the description for the girl Sophia's home. In every nook and cranny dirt clung to the few surfaces inside. While rats, cockroaches, and other vermin skittered across everything in sight. The wooden table, two chairs, and the weak cabinets that held their few crumbs of food; nothing in the apartment went untouched by an unwanted creature that crawled and crept everywhere it went. Making no exception with their food either. Everyday during mealtime the food would be found gone, nibbled away at by whatever chose to join them in their supper. Though it mostly consisted of bread or as a rarity when Sophia made enough money she was able to afford some cheese or fruit to eat.
Though Sophia made the money and trips to buy such delicacies the most common taste in her mouth was of her own blood. For Sophia being a minor of only the age of thirteen, she lives with her miserable excuse for a father, Merlin. Conscious and mercy are words the creature who beats Sophia is aware of their existence. Merlin somehow in that twisted mind of his finds justifiable ability to hold her drunken head high after unleashing his rage upon poor Sophia. Merlin rises at an overpowering height of six foot and seven inches, towering over Sophia by over a foot.
Merlin is six feet of a dirty, grimy, disgusting excuse for a man. His face hard and angular seems to constantly be mucked with dirt that crawls into every wrinkle and crow's foot etched deep into his skin. Stubble coats his chin if only to distract from his rotting teeth. With the breath of a dragon laced with smoke and beer at all times. His dark black eyes would seem almost soulless were it not for the bloodshot crimson color that was forever painted in his eyes. Greasy and slimy black hair fell around his face in long gnarly locks, being so the man scratches himself like a monkey, even his fingernails are dark as night filled with God knows what. Throw in the brain of a simian and you are left with Merlin Lee Blackwood. Of who is probably asleep somewhere in the Arsegainian gutters sleeping away his booze filled night. The same night, in which Sophia worked her fingers to the bone, cleaning the rich Arsegainian folks' homes, just so they wouldn't loose theirs.
Alas though Sophia's work is not enough to keep both of them in the house. So Merlin's bright idea was to sell Sophia to the Arsegainian king to work as a maid. Bright and early tomorrow morning Sophia would be put in a carriage and cast away to work as a maid for the rest of her days. In a foreign place to her, one she has only heard stories about much less seen with her own eyes. Sophia's eyes began to water, thinking of what future awaited her there at the castle, but the girl held back her tears and refused to cry over her fate. There is work to be done she thought. With that she picked herself off from the floor, folding her blanket on top of her straw bed pile, and brushed herself off as much as possible. When she knew it was futile and the dirt would have to stay where it was Sophia walked to the door of her house opened it turned around and took one last good look at her home. Taking a deep breath and releasing it she silently thanked whatever God there was for taking her away from the hell hole she would no longer call home.
A/N: Did you guys like it? Yes? No? Review for me please. and just so you know its a midevil storyline sort of based in the times between king arthur and Old London in the times of Great Expectations and if you havent read that then a better description would be around the 16-17oo's with princes princesses kingdoms etcetera. And i couldnt really find a catagory for that.