Chapter 1: Prologue
"Settle down everyone and please grab a seat" the Storyteller states as she sits down in front of a roaring fireplace surrounded by several children in various ages.
As you, the reader, would guess, I am the Storyteller and this is how I choose to tell this particular story. I am neither old nor young but, somewhat in the middle. I plan on telling you the story as it was told to me. Or, at least I would be telling it if these lovely children would settle down so I could.
"Children! Settle down" I state again. I am just shaking my head at the rambunctious on these young students. Yes, this awesome classroom actually has a fireplace. How else am I suppose to tell stories if there isn't a fireplace to set the mood. Of course, I have plenty of pillows and blankets so they can get super comfy.
"So, what boring story are you going to tell us today?" Max questions. He's always the one who likes to create trouble. He's a short and portly young mouse...Oh, I forgot to mention, for most of this story, it takes place in a far away kingdom known as Mars. Now, back to young Max. He's the type of mouse who loves to raid the cookie jar at all hours of the day and night. His fur is all white...with the exception of his chocolate coated fingers.
"Her stories are not boring!" young Vega screeched. She always enjoyed story time. Her golden blond fur was as soft as a feather and as shiny as gold due to the fact that she brushed it constantly. Her shoulder length pale blonde hair was pulled back into two pig tails. Her turquoise eyes always smiled and lit up whenever it was time for a story.
"Thank you Vega" I said with as much patience as I could muster up at this very moment.
"Now, where was I?"
"Oh goody" Ryan grumbled as he rolled onto his back and grabbed one of the pillows to fake smother himself. Ryan, might I add, is prone to dramatics and is the twin to Vega. Of course, they were as opposite as night and day. Ryan sported auburn colored fur that he didn't seem to have a problem with knotting up.
"Excuse me, Storyteller, I think Ryan's playing dead again" Lily stated as she pulled the pillow off of his face. Of course, he gave himself away when he opened one of his eyes and looked at me. Lily, a sweet nature gray mouse with long brown hair that hung to her waist and was messily pulled back with a pink ribbon. Of course, her father was the one to do her hair this morning.
"Well, I guess his corpse will just have to listen while I speak. It is my job after all" I decided to pick up my knitting needles and one of my many balls of yarn that I have laying around.
"Is it going to be a love story?" Max was, as usual inquiring about a story before I began to even begin.
"In a sense, yes. But, to satisfy the young gentlemen in this room, there will be adventure and destruction. For the young ladies, love and mystery."
"YAY!" they were all very excited to hear something that would satisfy each of their discerning tastes.
"But, first, I must explain our main characters. For what is a story without the people whom this story is about" I begin.
"Our story is about a young prince named Throttle of Mars, who wishes to marry someone he loves and who wouldn't hold him back. His parents have already made their decision on his bride. Princess Carbine, she was a ravishing beauty on the outside but, cold and calculated on the inside. She knew in order to secure her future as well as her empire, she had to marry Prince Throttle no matter the cost."
"Now, as for our young lady of this story. She lived in the kingdom known as Gaia. She was a human whom, by human standards, was reasonably attractive and fairly tall for a girl. She lived with her mother and father at The Last Chance Garage. Her father was a mechanic and her mother the bookkeeper. The young girl's name is Charlene Davidson. But, to her friends, she was simply Charley. Now, on this particular evening, Charley had been asked to go to prom by a young suitor named Jack."
"What's a prom?" Lily, being the inquisitive one of the children, asked.
"Well, it's a formal dance that young humans have."
"Now, may I continue? Thank you"
"Now, where was I?"
"Ah yes, now I remember. Charley was going out dancing. But, it was on this night that her life would be changed forever." I always enjoy being very dramatic with stories.
"Now, what is that favorite line." I have to stop and think about this one for a moment.
"Of course. Once upon a time..."
What does everyone think about this first chapter? I know this one is going to be very different from all my other stories that I've done.
