I own Annabella..... That's all.
Annabella Chant
By: punkgothicjackal
A/N: It'll get better, I promise!
Prolouge
Chrestomanci checked his watch and sighed. It was time to go. Even though normally, he helped people only when they called him, he was doing this errand for himself. He couldn't let this take place much longer, no matter if the girl had asked him to help or not. She was simply too young.
He teleported outside of the gates of the Chant's castle, looking at how much of a wreck it had come to within Ludo Chant's care. Just the state of the house prepared him to expect anything with the girl.
He knocked on the door and looked around grimly at his surroundings. The castle was falling apart.
"Whattya want?" Ludo Chant growled. It was quite obvious he was drunk.
"I'm here for Annabella Chant." Chrestomanci stated. He was quite sick of this. This was no place to keep a young child such as Annabella.
"Annabella Chant? Who's that?"
Chrestomanci was getting annoyed. "Sir, I recommend you step aside and hand the child over. If you don't know, I am Chrestomanci, enchanter and controller of magic."
"Good luck tryin'," Ludo snarled, "but you won't find her. She's too well hid."
He stalked off, cackling loudly. Chrestomanci shook his head. Horrible that the most magical child in any world had to live through this.
He climbed the stairs, and tried to find her in the towers. If he knew Ludo, anything hidden would be in a tower. He had almost given up on the towers, but checked one last one.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he almost repelled at the sight that lay before him. A young girl, Annabella was his guess, sat huddled in a corner, almost starved to death. She was literally nothing but skin and bones, and her skin was the palest he had ever seen. There was no windows in this tower, and it was obvious she had never seen sunlight (or any light, for that matter), in her seven years of life. The light from the corridor he had been searching made the girl look up at him quickly with her huge black eyes, and then she sheilded herself, as though she thought he was going to hurt her. He took a step closer, and noticed her black hair hung in limp strands, matted and tangled. Her skin was covered with bruises, which he had expected. Ever since her mother died having Annabella, her father had beaten her nearly every day, and fed her when he felt like it. But even when he did, the food he gave her wasn't fit even for the dogs. It was a miracle she was even alive.
"What is your name?" Chrestomanci asked the child softly. She jumped at the thought of being treated as a human.
"Annabella Chant, sir." She said softly, breathing fast. She pressed even further up against the wall.
"It's okay." He said soothingly. "I won't hurt you. How would you like to live somewhere other than this tower?"
"I would like that." Annabella replied after much consideration. "Too bad it'll never happen."
"And how do you know that?"
"My father would never allow it."
"It doesn't matter what your father thinks, Annabella. Would you like to come live with me?"
"Yes," She said slowly. "I think I would."
Chrestomanci smiled. Annabella was such a bright child. "Give me your hand, Annabella." The girl did without hesitation, and he was careful of her many bruises.
***It'll get better, and you'll find out a bit more about Annabella Cossette Chant... Love it? Hate it? Please reveiw!!!***
Annabella Chant
By: punkgothicjackal
A/N: It'll get better, I promise!
Prolouge
Chrestomanci checked his watch and sighed. It was time to go. Even though normally, he helped people only when they called him, he was doing this errand for himself. He couldn't let this take place much longer, no matter if the girl had asked him to help or not. She was simply too young.
He teleported outside of the gates of the Chant's castle, looking at how much of a wreck it had come to within Ludo Chant's care. Just the state of the house prepared him to expect anything with the girl.
He knocked on the door and looked around grimly at his surroundings. The castle was falling apart.
"Whattya want?" Ludo Chant growled. It was quite obvious he was drunk.
"I'm here for Annabella Chant." Chrestomanci stated. He was quite sick of this. This was no place to keep a young child such as Annabella.
"Annabella Chant? Who's that?"
Chrestomanci was getting annoyed. "Sir, I recommend you step aside and hand the child over. If you don't know, I am Chrestomanci, enchanter and controller of magic."
"Good luck tryin'," Ludo snarled, "but you won't find her. She's too well hid."
He stalked off, cackling loudly. Chrestomanci shook his head. Horrible that the most magical child in any world had to live through this.
He climbed the stairs, and tried to find her in the towers. If he knew Ludo, anything hidden would be in a tower. He had almost given up on the towers, but checked one last one.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he almost repelled at the sight that lay before him. A young girl, Annabella was his guess, sat huddled in a corner, almost starved to death. She was literally nothing but skin and bones, and her skin was the palest he had ever seen. There was no windows in this tower, and it was obvious she had never seen sunlight (or any light, for that matter), in her seven years of life. The light from the corridor he had been searching made the girl look up at him quickly with her huge black eyes, and then she sheilded herself, as though she thought he was going to hurt her. He took a step closer, and noticed her black hair hung in limp strands, matted and tangled. Her skin was covered with bruises, which he had expected. Ever since her mother died having Annabella, her father had beaten her nearly every day, and fed her when he felt like it. But even when he did, the food he gave her wasn't fit even for the dogs. It was a miracle she was even alive.
"What is your name?" Chrestomanci asked the child softly. She jumped at the thought of being treated as a human.
"Annabella Chant, sir." She said softly, breathing fast. She pressed even further up against the wall.
"It's okay." He said soothingly. "I won't hurt you. How would you like to live somewhere other than this tower?"
"I would like that." Annabella replied after much consideration. "Too bad it'll never happen."
"And how do you know that?"
"My father would never allow it."
"It doesn't matter what your father thinks, Annabella. Would you like to come live with me?"
"Yes," She said slowly. "I think I would."
Chrestomanci smiled. Annabella was such a bright child. "Give me your hand, Annabella." The girl did without hesitation, and he was careful of her many bruises.
***It'll get better, and you'll find out a bit more about Annabella Cossette Chant... Love it? Hate it? Please reveiw!!!***