Fox's Name (rewritten)
Part 1
Once upon a time there was a girl named…well, she didn't know. No one knew, but if someone did, it would be in the back of their mind, forgotten. She never knew where she came from. If anything, she seemed to appear out of no where. She was, in the beginning, placed in the care of a family, but there was something wrong with her. She burnt the place down.
Scared, the family gave her to an asylum, where they thought she'd be cured. It was called Spirit's Hoard Asylum. There, the girl would spend the rest of her life. It was there, that she was given the nickname, Fox.
Her story begins almost 15 years later.
"KEVIC!" I shouted annoyed. "YOU ARE GOING TO MEET YOUR DOOM TODAY! I WILL CATCH YOU!" I was determined. You don't annoy me and get away with it.
"Come and get me slow poke!" My best friend shouted back.
"Slow poke?" I tapped him on the shoulder from behind. He seemed jump half a mile into the air. I then tripped him and sat on his back. "Surrender or else."
"What is I don't?" He teased, but changed his mind when he saw my glare of doom. "What do you want?" My best friend Kevic said. He was my best friend. I classifed him as an impish blue haired midget. I was constantly making fun of him while he was constantly taking my stuff.
"What do I want? USE YOUR BRAIN." I was getting more annoyed by the second. It didn't help that he put on a face that clearly stated, I have a brain?'. I sighed.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? Give me my shell!"
"What shell?" He tried to act innocent, but it was failing dismally.
"My crystal shell― the one that is in your hand. Hand it over now." I demanded. I started to lightly bash him on the head.
"OW! Here, take it! Just leave my precious head alone!" He handed me my shell. Immediately, my mood changed. I was hugging it.
"Oh beautiful shell, did stupid and midget, Kevic hurt you?"
"Watch it, Fox." He growled. "By the way, since you have your shell, can you GET OFF ME?"
"Oh yeah…" I said while getting off his back. I looked at the clock. It was almost time for everyone to be going back to their rooms. Well, everyone except Kevic. He didn't live in the asylum. His dad was in charge and therefore I got to see Kevic a lot.
At that moment the door opened. A lady came in and faced us. With a kind face, she beckoned to Kevic. "Come Kevic, leave Fox alone. It's time for everyone to go to their rooms." In truth I didn't want to go to my room, but then remembered I had to put away my shell and gave into the woman's request. I sighed and said goodbye to Kevic. He said he'd come tomorrow. They left. A couple minutes later, my escort came to bring me to my room.
I love my room. Although it is an asylum, depending on our behavior, some of us can have what we want in our rooms, of course within reason. In my case, I had plants. They covered almost every inch of the room with them. I even had a fish tank with lilies floating on the top. The plants were all colorful and beautiful. I enjoyed staying in there, despite the facts that there had to be bugs to help the plants. Some of the plants, I found out when I had once got a gardening book, could be used to make healing creams and poisons. I did try to make some, on days when it was really boring, but never tested them out. Soon though, I would have a use for one of them.
The Asylum is called Spirits Hoard. The founder is said to be a great ruler. Of what, I don't know. Every now and then, for reasons unknown, some of the patients leave with him and never come back. This happens once a year. Obviously, I have never been taken. I may not know why he takes some of us away, but I do know why I have not.
One day I had been eaves-dropping on some guards patrolling the hall. They were talking about me.
"Let me get this straight, this door is the hidden one?" The first guard said.
"Yeah. Apparently, the boss is protecting the girl called Fox from some bad thing outside the asylum. So he hides her from the king's son every year- and anyone else for that matter. There is an illusion on this door. Only those with enough power can see it, let alone open the door." The second guard explained to the first guard.
"Oh, wow. So that's why only certain people can go in and out of there."
'So my door is hidden?' I thought. 'I understand that it's done to protect me, but from what?' Then I remembered, tomorrow was the day when the prince came. I was curious as to what was out there, in the outer world I mean. I began to make plans so I could meet the king's son.
I woke from a peaceful rest, but didn't get up at first. It seemed like today would be as normal as ever, but then I remembered my plans and grinned. That day, the founder's son was coming and I'd probably be locked in my room till he was gone.
I was very proud of my plans. I had previously made some poisons, of which, one would give me a fever for about an hour if I had made it correctly. This was the key. No matter what conditions, when anyone was sick, they were moved to the medical room. The medical room was right near the front of the asylum. The prince would possibly likely visit it, but I wasn't sure. Still, the poison would increase my chances of meeting him. The main problem would be when I would take the poison.
'Someone always escorts me to use the facilities before the prince arrives. I guess I'll have to use it then. I guess that'll be in about 15 minutes.' I thought. 'I should take it in about 5 minutes, to give it a little time to get going. During that time, I am going to brush my hair.' I was a little bit vain about my hair and the color. It was gorgeous, luscious, red, hair after all.
I finished brushing my hair and got out my clay bottles (we aren't allowed glass) of medicines and poisons from under the bed. I found the one I was looking for and put the rest away. It would not be good if they were found. I quickly opened it and drank the whole bottle down. With great speed, I put the bottle back with the others in case my escorts had been able to find it.
Within moments I felt queasy and felt faint. 'Maybe I took the wrong one…or maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink the whole bottle.' I thought to myself.
Then the door opened. The escort came in and saw me on the floor, looking flushed.
"Fox? Are you alright?" He placed a hand to my forehead. "This is bad; you have a fever! I have to get you to the medics. Can you walk?" He asked worried. I tried to get up, but then fell down again, too weak to stand up. Right before I fainted, I had one last thought, 'Drinking the whole bottle was one bad idea.'
I didn't remember the actual trip to the medical center, but I did remember waking up in different bed than my own.
