The room
inside was spacious, and a rather monotous red in color, filled to the
ceiling with veils and lush carpeting. Upon entering, one would be blinded
by the constant sunlight streaming in through the beautiful paned window.
On the right side, was an elaborately carved fireplace, the height of an
average man. Above it hung an extraordinary mirror almost two times the
size of the fireplace. And on the right, was a humongous bed, drowning
in sheets of scarlett satin, and...quivering?
Beneath
the many layers of blanket and bedspread, was the poor, delicate, Princess
Tomoyo, trying her best to hide from her nurse. And it wasn't as if she
was naughty. On the contrary, never an angel hath blessed this Earth, with
lips of the palest pink, skin of ivory, and hair of jet, she was blessed
with many a becoming virtue. But, people born with so many nice things,
are bound to encounter something contrasting them.
Miss Evilla
Dae, the governess of whom we've been introduced. Miss Evilla Dae, carrier
of the dreaded Golden Staff.
It wasn't
as if this staff were magic or anything. It wasn't even made of gold, just
your usual everyday beechwood staff. But, oh how it could pain one so,
doing more damage to one's back, then a thousand Merlin's and a warlock
could do in 5 seconds. And it was this staff that Tomoyo feared so much,
for she was intimate with its use. Ne'er a day goes by, that the blunt
tip of that wretched cane were not swung at her side with a frightning
swish, followed by the crack that echoed through the halls. Dear Tomoyo,
who would harm no living creature in her innocence, endured the terrible
abuse of her so-called tutor and caretaker.
" Oh, how
I wish thee away." Tomoyo murmurred, grimacing as she recognized the usage
of proper English drilled into her head. If she were ever to escape, the
first thing she'd lose was the proper English, and all memories of it.
No more...no more would she go to bed crying from pain, and trying to explain
to her royal parents why her body was so bruised and battered.
Yes, not
even her parents knew of the cruelty of the devil woman - that was the
control Evilla Dae held o'er the Daidouji child.
" Oh, Dear
Saints in heaven, send me some sign or hint, something....someone to help
me through this..." She murmurred.
Suddenly,
there was a rustling, as the doorknob was heard to twist, and angry footsteps
echoed. The blankets were torn away, and the nightmarish face of Miss Dae
clouded Tomoyo's perception.
" The Princess
hath been an insolent child." She smacked the cane across the palm of her
hand sternly.
" Please,
forgive me Mistress..." Tomoyo begged fervently.
" Oh, you
will be forgiven," Evilla's face hardened in a satanic grin," When you
have been punished. Spare the rod, spoil the child!"
Evilla's
cackle could be heard throughout the castle, as well as the screams of
protest of Tomoyo Daidouji as she was dragged from her room towards the
East Wing, Evilla's residence. All the servants below, turned their heads
from the screams as they continued to work. All were afraid of her wrath,
and all cursed her, damning her to the farthest of hells. It broke their
heart to see their Princess suffer, but none were brave enough to rescue
her. Soon, unbeknownst to Evilla, a new arrival would spare the castle
of pain, and would become known as the castle's savior.
