Hey Everyone :D I know that I'm not finished with my other story, Adopt Me Please yet, but I was working on this one at school, and I just had to get it out there. Its very short so far, I just wanted to get a little feedback :))
This story's extremely different from my last, and in my opinion, a lot harder to write, so the chapters might be shorter, or come out slower. It wasn't originally intended to be a fanfic, all of the ideas and plots are mine, I will probably be publishing it, at least privately, once I am finished with it because I really love the plot :)) But anyways, I the names and descriptions of the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, but the rest is minnnnnnnnnnneee ;].
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Once upon a time, there was a poor, yet beautiful girl who lived in the countryside. She had dark brown hair that ran from her head to her waist, and innocent baby blue eyes. She lived happily with her parents one the little farm they owned. They were not rich, but they made enough to suffice. One day, when the girl woke up from a deep slumber, she saw from outsideher window, an evil darkness inching closer and closer to her home. She quickly pushed her bed aside and opened the door to the basement, crawling in to hide from the darkness lurking towards her. She made it out safely, but her parents had been taken by the darkness, leaving her with no choice but to leave her little home in the countryside and venture out to the rich towns and big cities in order to find a job to survive. She went from city to city, town to town, in search of a house to work in, but no one wanted to hire her. She finally came to the richest town in all the land and walked down the street knocking on each door that she passed for work and a place to stay. Like all the other places she had been, they turned her down one by one. Finally, she came to the last house in the town. This house was bigger than all of the other houses in the town, combined. She was tired and exhausted from her long journey from home, and she knew that her once beautiful face had been dirtied by the streets of the town, and the once luscious brown hair and been blown around by the wind so much and caught so much dust, that it no long shone it it did before. She held her breath and knocked on the door of the gigantic mansion. When the door opened, a fairy stood on the other side, pulling her into the beautiful house and cleaned her up. The girl lived happily in her new home as a servant girl. The fairies had saved her from the trecherous world on the other side of the large door, and so she worked her hardest to pay them for their kindness.
In the large mansion of the fairies' there was a prince who was known as the most handsome man in the entire country. A glimpse of his dark, thick red hair, and his simmering green eyes would make any woman fall madly in love with him. All of the ladies in town tried their hardest to capture the princeand make him their own, but the prince only has eyes for one girl, the servant girl. Secretely, the servant girl knew that she loved the prince as well, but she tried her hardest not to show it since he was a prince, and all she was was a mere servant girl. However, after several attempts from both of them to hold back their feelings, the prince and the servant girl couldn't bear to be apart from each other, and so they decided to marry in secret. On the night of their wedding, the prince gave the servant girl a rosebud. At first she was confused to why he gave her a rosebud, and not a rose, but then the prince told her that the bigger the rosebud got, the stronger their love for each other would be. As the days went on, the rosebud got bigger and bigger, and they both knew that they could no longer hide their love for each other anymore. The prince led the servant girl to the room of the fairies, and there they confessed their secret marriage and showed them their rosebud which was now the size of a teapot. The faries were sad because although it was obvious that the servant girl and the prince had an unbreakable bond of love, they knew that the kind would never allow a lowly servant girl to be with a prince, and that they would both be sentenced to death.
In order to protect the servant girl and the prince, the faries married the servant girl to their other trusted loyal servant, the gardener boy. They gave them an unaccountable amount of riches, and allowed them to live in the fairytale cottage next to their great mansion. Before the day the servant girl left for the cottage, her true love, the prince came to her at night and promised that he would come and take her away, and that together they would escape to their own kingdom where they could truly be together. And so, the servant girl waited and waited for days, sitting in the cottage, refusing to leave for any reason, in case she might miss the prince. Weeks went by, and there was no sign of her beloved prince. The gardener boy treated the servant girl well, and worked hard to please her. Deep down, the servant girl knew that the gardener boy was a good man, but she couldn't bear to be with anyone other than her true love. The gardener boy slowly realized that no matter what he did, the heart of the servant girl would never be his, and so devestated, he left her.
One night, a few months after the servant girl had moved out of the great mansion, an unbearable pain shot through her heart. That night, the rosebud finally bloomed into a beautiful red rose. In the centre of the red rose, was the name of the prince and the servant girl. News of the bloom of the rose traveled to the mansion and into the ears of the faries. When they went over to the cottage to see the beautiful rose, they realized that its was no longer possible for them to keep the servant girl anymore. The names engraved on the rose would give them away. The faries cried as they said their goodbyes to the servant girl for she had become one of their own. The waved to her as her carriage drove down the road, never to return again. The servant girl left her precious home with her rose in one hand, and a magical pouch that contain the remaining pieces of her life. What she didn't know was that in her little pouch, the fairies had left with her one of their most prized possession, binding them together forever.
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I close the beautifully leather-bound book that lay in my hands. The pages carefully decorated with the most exquisite art pieces I had ever seen, each one drawn with such detail that it seemed like it would've taken at least years to draw just a corner of it. I couldn't remember the number of times I had read this fairytale. My grandmother had written it, said that it was all she had left of her childhood memories, that the story was told to her by her own grandmother. She had given it to me when I she moved away to a small town in Washington state. I remember myself crying my eyes out, begging her to stay, telling her that no one else would tell me those magical stories that she used to read to me every night before I went to sleep. That was when she gave me the book. I still missed hearing her voice, but the books had to suffice. I had always had an extremely close bond with my grandmother, partially since I was her only grandchild, but also because I was the only person that found her completely fascinating in every aspect. She often told me stories of her time, stories she had heard from others, or half made up in her mind. She told me that mother had always been frightened of her stories because they reminded her of horrible things, so she refused to listen to them, I on the other hand, absolutely adored her stories, they sounded so wonderful and interesting compared to my own life. She had loved me more than anyone in the world could ever love me, and that love was reciprocated back to her.
After my mother died from a car accident when I was just 12 years old, my father, Charlie, who had also been in the accident, blamed himself for Renee's death. He felt guilty and couldn't move on with his life because he had gotten out alive, and she dead. He told me that he couldn't look after me, couldn't bear to look at my face anymore because it reminded him too much of her. He started to come home late at night, completely drunk out of his mind, and a few months later, he was sent to a rehab centre, but still he couldn't stand it, and one night, when he snuck out of the centre, he was hit by a car and passed away.
Yes, I know, super short chapter, but dont worry, there's more to come if you like it so far :))
I'm just giving a little bit of it, because I want to finish my other story too.
If you R&R, then I'll love you forever 3