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The story has a slow abnormal start but will make sense in future chapters.

The sun was scarcely rousing over the sizeable, renowned town of Bowerstone Market, as it's beaming rays brought the indication for a new to day to awaken. The obscurity sky had vanished, and a fine blue sky was replacing it, along with the cool wind that was stirring through the air.

It's luminous rays pierced through the stained window of the average house, imprinting shadows on the wooden flooring of the attic, that was covered by a peach, frayed rug. Although the window was incredibly diminutive, and contaminated with patches of dirt, making it look rather grimed, it still accept the light's request to glisten the disconsolate home. The home's walls were tattered with an appalling dark pink color of wallpaper that was flaking off and fading of what use to be such a rich color, along with immense spider webs in the corners. And the floor seemed to have never encountered a broom before. It seemed that the only residents of this home were scurrying rats, which nestled in the walls and only came out to fester on fallen food. Their neighbors were abnormal spiders that made one's spine chill.

Annaliese imagined it all in her mind, as she lolled on her cot, with her oval head reclined on the fusty pillow that had a gorgeous, yet torn lace surrounding it. She gazed out at her room, still lazing her body side ways, with thoughts swelling her mind. After a winter-feeling breeze afflicted against her body, she quivered mutely, then pulled the gray blanket over her bare shoulder to stay warm. She massaged her face against the once white, but now a soot yellow color pillow, which made her muffle her saying, "Damn fall weather!"

With a snarl escaping from her mouth, Annaliese leisurely pulled her body half way up, and turned to the edge of the bed. A foot at a time, she brought herself up to stand upon her feet, with the caress of dirt touching them. A loud squeak came from the iron frame of her bed, but Annaliese's only respond to it was a grumble, as she strolled to the other window across the small, meager room. Astoundingly, it was still wide open, inviting the nippy gust to come in.

As she moved towards it, her hand vehemently rubbed against her arms to give some type of warmth. No doubt the fidget air and her petite petticoat undergarments, that was two sizes too small for her and exposed her bare shoulders and her lower legs, were no match. It was incredibly pleasing to the eye, considering there was an embroidery design on the bottom of flowers in white thread, but a white lace on the neck cuff, along with the leg cuff. For the middle of the petticoat, it was nude of color or design, yet was soft and had large black buttons on the back of it, to make it simple to hook up.

After another strident grunt, Annaliese pushed down on the stained glass window's frame and with great vigor, she shut it with a piercing clash. Her auburn hair, with honey highlights, was plaited firmly and no hair out of place, thrashed against her back as she did so. "That should work," she garbled, satisfied with her work.

"Anna! Anna, hurry up," cried the sound of a younger, shrilled voice, drowning in enthusiasm. Emerging from the opening square in the floorboards, which led to the downstairs, a head busted out and came clambered on the ladder in her leather boots. "Anna hurry up! King Sparrow is making a speech today and I'm dying to visit the castle."

Annaliese couldn't spare a chuckle at her little sister's folly. "You just want to visit it because you enjoy the scenery. Soon you'll learn like everyone else," explained the fifteen year old girl, as she moved towards her wardrobe to find apparel for today, "King Sparrow is only for himself and his family. He doesn't give a bugger for low-class because he's sleeping on a pile of gold every night. Our gold!"

Emmeline walked over to the iron bed, while she sank down onto it, scrutinizing her older sister. "Dad hates the monarch too! He says they deserve to go straight to bloody hell," repeated the young girl, who was only around the age of eight.

"Don't talk like that or ma will bring out the soap." Annaliese took out a purple dress that was plain, while scolding her. "But dad's right. I hate all the bastards who sit their arse on that throne. All they do is steal from the poor and looking down at the lower-class. Believe me Emmy, King Sparrow and his companions our sitting at their elegant tables, feasting on duck and fish that a honest man worked to get, and not caring at all about the people on the street," she sighed, while pulling the dress over her head and rustled through it to get her arms through the long sleeves. "He doesn't give a da-"

"That's what dad said too. I don't get it, why is everyone saying the king is mean but he seems so nice to everyone?"

"It's an act. King Sparrow just want us all to follow him so he doesn't have to deal with rioting! And people coming to beg for gold!"

Emmeline's small hazel eyes gradually glance up from the school book that she had taken off of the insecure nightstand and whispered, "Like us?"

Annaliese curved her head to stare at her, feeling a sudden emotional wound after the remark. "Yeah, yeah like us," she replied quietly, heaving out a pair of fleece, black stockings that was lodged in between the impaired draws.

Her adolescent sister recoiled from the bed, letting another obnoxious squeak escape from the iron frame, although both paid little heed to it. Her small feet paddled against the floor, as she strolled to her sister, who was striving to put on her stockings. "Do you wish you could be royalty?" questioned Emmeline.

"I'd rather die than be a part of those pricks!" she retorted.

"But they have those beautiful dresses!" the young girl exclaimed with a gleeful grin arousing on her face, as she imagined herself in a dress, so elegant that only queens could afford. She clasped her hands together and brought her shoulders to her neck, daydreaming and fantasizing. "And everyone knows who you are! And no one could ever tease you for your dresses or your hair being dirty, and your mum or dad could never tell you what to do! You control everyone!"

Annaliese forced a smile, knowing her sister was referencing to the child at their school house. She incline her body downwards, and gave a quick kiss onto her ash blonde hair, that was oily from lack of bathing. It didn't matter; bearing in mind her hair was the same way, that's why she kept her hair in a braid or some type of bun. "Let's go lil' sis," she said, as she descended down the ladder, "I can't hear you blab anymore or I'll be sick!"

Emmeline trailed behind, still with fabricated visions in her mind of wearing a golden dress and having her dehydrated hair healthy and sleek, put into radiant pipe curls. In her hand a golden rod, that gave her authority to sentence the harassing child from her school to execution.

Annaliese found her mother, elderly and furrowed with crow's feet and fine lines surrounding her hazel eyes, edging a silk blue dress in her fragile hands with an enlarged needle and rocking gradually on the old chair in front of the fire place. Her eyes were locked onto to the making the stitching perfection.

"Good morning ma," greeted her daughter, gazing at the dress and strolling towards the table to pour herself a glass of milk. "Looks rather nice. Think the tailor will finally give you an honest price?"

"Two hundred-fifty coins, exactly," garbled her mother, avoiding any type of eye contact. "Should at least pay off some debt of ours."

"I could get a job, ma," Annaliese suggested, setting the glass down. "The tavern's looking for a new bar maid."

Her aged mother provided a heavy sigh for the comment. "I will not have any child of mine being some type of bar whore for drunks. My dresses will give us some sort of support."

The young teenager passed the chance to fight, for she knew there would be no hope in being victorious when arguing with her elder mother. She just observed the women, leisurely rocking in the chair and gabbling away with her shuddering hands stitching.

"Come on!" Emmeline cried out from behind, aggressively taking Annaliese's hand and hauling her over to the door. "We gotta get going or we won't be able to see!"

"Best we should. I guess you won't be joining, will you ma?" she asked as her animated sister strived to get her to come.

"No, I must finish. Barry's out back, take him with, last thing I need is another word from the guard telling me my boys up to more trouble." The elderly women laid back on her chair, while huffing, "Just like his damn father."

Annaliese let a small grin escape from the thought of it. But there was little to no time to think when an energetic child is drawing you away with a robust strength in her. "Come on! I wanna see the princess!" fussed Emmeline.

Her older sister jerked the two brown fleece coats from the rack, sprinting behind her sister.

Just where they predicated, they found their older brother down at the Bowerstone pier, with both eyes beaming with happiness and a scornful smile on his face. His orange colored hair was unruly and muddled, even though it was rather short and his bangs tumbling in his eyes. Barry's face was enclosed by patches mud, although he was looking down at the brown satchel in his grasp and it looked incredibly arduous to hold.

"What did you do?" asked Annaliese. She knew to presume something.

He took a few steps near his sisters, while unraveling the tie for the bag, still with a wick grin. "I just went shopping for a few goodies," Barry smirked. He open the bag, revealing the mystery of what was inside of it.

She peered inside and forcefully clouted his arm, making him move away chuckling with amusement. "Damn it Barry, what's the hell is wrong with you!" she screeched. "What are you going to do when you get caught, huh? Ma won't be able to bail you any more, nor even want to since you're so moronic that you won't stop being stupid!"

"Welax," laughed her brother, with the obvious speech impediment and pulling out a necklace, with a diamond dangling in the middle of the chain. "No one saw anything."

"What are we going to do with these things?" she questioned, searching through the bag of stolen goods.

A sneer came to Barry's face, but it was a common expression. "Re-sell?"

Annaliese stared daggers at him, with eyes filled with revulsion, although it couldn't change the gleeful expression lurking on his face. She knew her words or any statement wouldn't make him think any differently. "Come on dumbie, we're going to go see King Sparrow talk up some lies," she demanded, taking Emmeline's small hand into her own.

"Oh Emmy…don't you want a pwetty necklace?" the natty voice asked making their young sister curve her head with interest.

Emmeline stared up towards her sister, with brown eyes begging 'please'.

"Okay fine, you can take it," groaned Annaliese, seeing in the corner of her eye a smile emerging on both of her siblings faces.

The girl dashed to her brother, with hands wide open to receive the remarkable piece of jewelry. Barry gently put it over her head, while commenting, "There really is no price for a smile! Right, Anna?"

Annaliese, with full aggravation, rolled her eyes.