She woke up in darkness, gasping for air. "Its only a nightmare. What is
wrong with me? I should not be scared of something inside my heard."
Something deep inside her knew that she should be frightened. The face,
that horrible face kept looming in her mind. Trying to be optimistic, she
said, "At least I will never see that face again."
One of the maids called, "My Lady, the morning meal will be ready in an half hour." With the ease of practice she got out of bed, and located her closet. She was not a helpless little girl, she could find her own clothes. In the darkness, she pulled out a dress. The simple dark green dress with gold embroidery. She vaguely remembered her mother wearing it. As she thought of her mother, silent tears dripped down her face. It had been a year since her mother's death, but she still mourned her like she had died yesterday.
She tightly gripped the railing as she walked down the stairs. She did not want to fall down the stairs and make a fool of herself. The other girls had already been talking about her enough. She walked slowly to her seat at the breakfast table. As she walked to her chair, the merry talking of all the girls had subsided into whispers. She was not deaf, she had clearly heard that they were talking about her. She just held her head high and sat at her chair.
She heard introductions. Today was the day the 5th daughter was supposed to arrive. That must be the reasons for all these introductions. The 3rd daughter was doing the introductions of the girls, told as usual, the names, tiles the girls held and anything else worth pointing out. "This is Meliara of Blath," she looked toward the 3rd daughter who was speaking, "this poor girl is blind."
Please R&R. This is my first fan fic, don't flame me. 5 reviews and I'll put up the next chapter.
One of the maids called, "My Lady, the morning meal will be ready in an half hour." With the ease of practice she got out of bed, and located her closet. She was not a helpless little girl, she could find her own clothes. In the darkness, she pulled out a dress. The simple dark green dress with gold embroidery. She vaguely remembered her mother wearing it. As she thought of her mother, silent tears dripped down her face. It had been a year since her mother's death, but she still mourned her like she had died yesterday.
She tightly gripped the railing as she walked down the stairs. She did not want to fall down the stairs and make a fool of herself. The other girls had already been talking about her enough. She walked slowly to her seat at the breakfast table. As she walked to her chair, the merry talking of all the girls had subsided into whispers. She was not deaf, she had clearly heard that they were talking about her. She just held her head high and sat at her chair.
She heard introductions. Today was the day the 5th daughter was supposed to arrive. That must be the reasons for all these introductions. The 3rd daughter was doing the introductions of the girls, told as usual, the names, tiles the girls held and anything else worth pointing out. "This is Meliara of Blath," she looked toward the 3rd daughter who was speaking, "this poor girl is blind."
Please R&R. This is my first fan fic, don't flame me. 5 reviews and I'll put up the next chapter.