THE WINDOW

Hello. I think that my latest story is bad for some, good for some. But I will never stop writing. And (you have probably guessed) here is another Kataang story.

CHAPTER 1: Imprisoned

My name is Katara; Princess Katara to be exact. I am the daughter of King Hakoda IV. Ever since I was born my mother, Kya, died. Grief encased our Tribe, as the people knew of my mother's death. I have always wondered how she died, because on the day she died my father just told me she was dead. He never told me of how she died. Anyway, my father remarried and my stepmother's name was Renee. Unfortunately, she hated me and acted like I was merely a peasant; made to work and serve her. I never believed a person to be that cruel. Whenever I told my father about her, he just said she is trying to let me train and be an elegant princess.

Yeah right!

I woke to a sunny day and I thought to myself, I should really stand up for my rights! I am a Princess, she is merely my stepmother. She isn't my mother, and she isn't my boss! Why should I beg for mercy? I knew I was right. I mean, why should I listen to a stupid, boastful, unmerciful Queen? When I was changed into rags (literally, rags) I went down to the 'Queen' and said in an innocent voice, "Good Morning." She looked at me disgustingly before saying, "Address me properly peasant." "Why should I?" I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster. She looked at me like I was a crazy old hag.

"Do you dare defy me; the Queen? I am the Queen for heaven's sake! You should obey me!" She exclaimed. I could feel anger within her. "Aren't you my stepmother? Why should I address you as 'You're Highness' when you are my mother? " I asked innocently. She smiled a creepy smile. There was no emotion within her smile it was just plain creepy.

"Maybe more sense will be brought into you once you have suffered."

And that sentence was all it took for me being thrown in the abandoned ivory tower. And I was forgotten. No one ever remembered me; not even my father.

I usually spend my nights glancing up the stars above. I feel pain, because Renee usually comes up here with food, but it had begun to rot. She laughed whenever she brought me food. And so, every night was spent with horrible pain in my stomach. The only thing easing it was glancing up the stars. I remember my mother whenever I see them. It seems to ease the pain. Especially the moon, the moon does not remind me of my mother, though, but it gives me the strength to live through this suffering.

Imprisonment is not going to stop me from overthrowing Renee. But I have to wait. I am just 14; I will wait four years exactly when I turned 18.

Imprisonment is just the beginning of this war.

So how do you like it?

I am sorry for any grammatical error.

TILL THE 2nd CHAPTER!