Ahem! The first chapter!
Chapter 1
Lady Daine's eyes fluttered open. Where am I? She wondered. She scrambled to her feet and looked up at the huge castle in front of her. "Oh, that's right!" She thought aloud.
Lady Daine had participated in dance lessons all month at a dance school. She had no idea how she ended up on the floor. She came here to get her part in the dance.
The dance was separated into two parts; Ten back dancers, and one main dancer. Both learned different dances.
As Daine crouched down to pick up her things, a small girl with stubby legs and golden brown shoulder-length hair slammed into her.
"Oh!" Lady Daine shouted as she fell.
The girl rubbed her head. "Oh, I am so sorry," the girl said, and Lady Daine was surprised to find that the girl had a thick Irish accent.
"Apology accepted. My name is Lady Daine. A pleasure to meet you." She stuck out her hand.
The other girl looked at Daine's hand, and said, "My name is Dutchess Grenades. Hard as it is to believe, Grenades is my name!" She chuckled.
They shook hands and headed inside the big doors to the main room.
It was yellowish and pearly, and the walls were striped. The main door to the kitchen was open, and the rich smell of ravioli and sweet marinara sauce drifted through the air.
"Italian chef," Dutchess Grenades giggled to Lady Daine. She nodded.
Then, a pudgy woman who was dusting came. "Oh, there you are!" She said, nodding toward a hall.
"Sir Ganondorf has been waiting for you! Come, come!" She said in a jolly british accent.
As soon as the two girls and the maid came down the stretching hallway, they came to a white door.
When they opened the door and looked inside, a Gerudo man (but unknowingly to Daine and Grenades) looked up at them.
"Well, I don't mean to be rude, but it's about time you came!" Sir Ganondorf said joyfully in a british accent.
"We came to get our parts in the dance." Lady Daine said simply.
"Okay, well, as I work that out, you can sit with the other participants." Ganondorf said as he walked them to some seats.
The two girls took their seats.
The other girls were all either filing their nails or brushing their hair.
Lady Daine looked among them and found some noticeable ones:
The first had red hair and was filing her nails.
The second had dark, dark brown hair and was filing her nails, too. She looked very sly and had light blue eyes.
The girl's deep maroon lips curved into a smile. "Hi, darling. . ." she said in a heavy french accent.
"Hi. . . uh. . um. . ." Lady Daine's voice trailed off.
The brown haired girl meant to interrupt, but didn't. "Milady LaVain," she said, and heaved her eyes into a roll.
Milady? Lady Daine thought. Dutchess Grenades seemed to read her mind. "Isn't that odd? Her name is Milady!" She whispered.
"That is odd," Lady Daine wondered.
Then, the red haired girl tapped on her shoulder. "Hello! My name is Dame Annie-Su!" She said with no accent whatsoever.
"You come from. . . California, right?" Grenades asked.
"How'd you guess?" Annie-Su smiled.
"Lucky guess," Dutchess Grenades said quickly and sat back down as Sir Ganondorf came in.
"Well, The main part of the dance is. . ." The girls squealed in anticipation.
All except Milady LaVain.
". . . Lady Daine!" Sir Ganondorf shouted.
Milady LaVain dropped her nail filer and gasped. She snarled and turned away, scowling.
"The rest of you will be back dancers." Sir Ganondorf said.
"And from now on, I would like all of you to train. I will be your teacher, Miss Daine, and Lady Aran will be the group's teacher." Sir Ganondorf said.
The whole rest of the night, Lady Daine practiced to her heart's content.
And all night, someone watched her affectionately. . .
Oh, yes, and before I forget, here's a preview for my next story, "My Apologies, My Love..." About the Guardians of Ga'Hoole facing difficult love problems, a Soren+Otulissa story.
Tears of sorrow crept into Otulissa's eyes as her throat burnt like a hot stove and her gizzard felt as if it were melting, as her heart beat furiously. How would she tell him? How would she tell him there was another owl, a Barn owl, or Tyto alba, to be exact.
Her eylids slowly closed as the night wind blew on the prim and proper Spotted and her other boyfriend, her ex. "Otulissa..." she perked up. She brushed off her tears and turned to Phillip, whom she once crushed on. "Hmm? Yes?" She replied, despite the high shakiness in her voice.
"Aren't you... Going to tell me something?" Phillip stared into her eyes, while his own gave off a piercing yellow light that made Otulissa not want to tell him at all. She revealed her face, tears and all.
"I'M SORRY, PHILLIP!! I'M SO SORRY! BUT THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE! AND HIS NAME IS SOREN!!" And with that, she flew off, tears and a feather remaining...
Whoopee! Hope you can read that story!