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it'll get more interesting later on. ;)
Shell
Raine took her time picking the potatoes out of the barrel. She was in no hurry to go back into house where her fat parents sat, guzzling beer. A flash of anger swept through her and the hand holding the bucket of potatoes shook. It took all of Raine's self-restraint to not just hurl the container at the wall of the cellar and scream. The side of her face was still red and stung painfully. She tucked a strand of her brownish- reddish hair behind an ear and continued to pick out potatoes. Finally, the bucket was filled to the rim and Raine started to walk up the stairs of the cellar. She walked out into the bright sunshine, blinking. Raine set down the wooden bucket and closed the trapdoors and padlocking them. Then, she picked up the bucket again and went around the house, to the garden. There was a small stool there and a metal basin. Placing the bucket by the stool, she sat down and started peeling the potatoes. Raine took a long time peeling them. After she was done, she went back into her house through the back door. She started cooking breakfast.
She set the table and was about to call her parents to breakfast, but was saved the trouble because her mom waddled in, followed by her father. The strong stench of alcohol followed them in, making Raine wrinkled her nose in disgust. They sat down at the table and started to eat without thanking her. Raine didn't mind, she was used to this treatment. Better than being beat and thrown against walls. She unconsciously touched the side of her face. The sting was gone, but she could still feel the burn of her father's hand. Raine took her plate and left the room.
Closing the door of her room behind her, she sighed with relief. Then, she sat down on the floor and began to eat. She finished quickly and pushed her plate off to the side. She looked around her room.
It was a small room, with wooden walls and a mattress filled with straw and sheep wool piled on it. She didn't have many clothes, and the few were piled neatly in the corner of the room. A wooden box lying by her bed held all her precious belongings. The walls of her room were bare, but a cracked mirror hung from a nail. She walked towards it and peered at the reflection.
A young woman of 17 looked back at her. Her hair was brown with red strands here and there. Raine remembered dimly that it used to be black, but all the working in the sun must've bleached it. Raine had pulled it up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way, but some strands were falling out. She wore leather boots and was clad in dark red, but the clothing was threadbare and she didn't have many clothes. One of the sleeves had a tear from her wrist, to the elbow.
Raine was extraordinarily beautiful, but she didn't believe it. In fact, she thought she was hideous. She was actually far, far from that. Her skin was always pale and not one blemish could be seen. Her eyes were forest green and when she was angry, she had a glare that could melt you on the spot.
Raine sighed and sat down at her bed. She didn't have any friends and adults in the kingdom Wizsengard, where she lived, ignored her. She knew why. She looked strange, from her pointy ears, to the strange birthmark on her right forearm. It was a symbol of some sort, but she didn't know it. Raine's thoughts started to wander and she found herself thinking about a strange dream that happened three nights ago.
The dream was really odd. It was like many visions and scenes flashing before her eyes. First, there was a sword glinting in the moonlight, than trees. After that, a series of scenes flashed by, some too fast to see. She remembered vaguely that there was also a bow and arrow, chains, and then it was over. The last thing she saw before she woke up was the symbol on her arm, floating in blackness and a soft, mystical voice whispering, "Your name is Raine..." Then she had woke up. Since that dream, she had called herself Raine in her mind. Raine lay there for a long time, then, she fell into a deep sleep.
Taja wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a sigh of exhaustion. It was a blistering hot day and she was still outside laboring for only a few gold coins. She continued cutting the grass with her shears.
Taja was a good-natured girl of 17 and had brownish hair that used to be black. Years of working in the sun had turned her midnight colored hair a lighter color. She was beautiful, her forest green eyes always twinkling like she was happy. A smile always lit her features and it rarely left her face. Her skin was pale, and the other gardeners who worked with her thought that she glowed at times. Her ears were pointy, but not many know that because she always had a hat on when she worked. But that wasn't the strangest characteristic that she had. Taja had markings on her right forearm. She often examined it when she was alone, wondering what it meant, but never drawing close to the answer.
Taja was a diligent worker and worked her hardest, but sometimes she caught her thoughts straying from her work. This only happened when she had other things to think about and Taja currently had something to ponder.
A few nights ago, she guessed three, she had a strange dream. There was a small dagger, a forest, and a bridge. Then, the markings on her shoulder was hovering before her eyes and there was an eerie voice saying, "Taja, come..." Taja didn't have a name, the people she lived with just called her "Girl" and the people who gave her work called her by, "Gardener." So naturally, she guessed that that was name and it probably came from an old reminiscence that she didn't quite remember.
Taja was brought back to reality suddenly and it took her a while to realize that someone was calling her. "Hey you! Are you done yet?" She nodded, pulling her cap down to shield her face from the burning sun. "Well, don't dawdle! I won't have strangers walking in my garden for no reason." Taja sighed. Another hard day was over and was time to head home.
Isabel wiped the window with a rag, making sure to get all the places. Her hair was tied back with an old black ribbon and her clothes were covered with cinders and were ripped in some places. She never wore sleeveless shirts because her mother said that "too much skin was exposed" and that it was "barbaric." Her mother also ordered her not to wear these clothes to hide those "unearthly markings" on her arm. Isabel's hair was pitch black. Her skin was pale, but she thought that that was because she hardly set foot outside. One of the only times she ever went out was to do an errand for her sisters and mother. Today, she had the house to herself because her family went out to another party at a friend's, leaving her alone as usual.
Isabel didn't mind. In fact, she was happy to have the house to herself and not to be ordered around. But despite them not being home, Isabel still had work to do. Her mother expected the house to be sparking clean by the time they got back. Her sisters also left her a lot of clothes to be washed on their beds. Isabel blew a stray hair out of her eyes and wringed out the rag she was using for cleaning. It was the last window to clean, but she still had to tidy up her sisters' rooms and wash their clothes. Other girls would have lost their tempers by now, but Isabel was a patient and as kindhearted as she was beautiful. She finished the windows and went to finish her other tasks.
Greta's room was, as usual, messy and smelled like moldy cheese. Isabel walked into the room, her nose wrinkled and trying to breathe through her mouth. Surveying the room, she predicted it would take her an hour before she could get through the pigsty. Then, she had to work on Amelia's room, which smelled like perfumes and had lace everywhere. Isabel started working.
By the end of the day, Isabel was exhausted. It was starting to get dark out and her mother and sisters would be getting back soon. She stood by the door waiting. Sure enough, the sound of a carriage rolled up the street and the sounds of her sisters' bickering drew closer to the door. Isabel opened the door and in walked her mother, looking evil and more sinister as ever and then Amelia, as tall and skinny as a pole, and Greta, waddling in. They threw their coats at Isabel as if she was nothing but a coat rack, but Isabel caught the jackets covered with ribbons and frills. She closed the door behind them and followed them.
Shell
Raine took her time picking the potatoes out of the barrel. She was in no hurry to go back into house where her fat parents sat, guzzling beer. A flash of anger swept through her and the hand holding the bucket of potatoes shook. It took all of Raine's self-restraint to not just hurl the container at the wall of the cellar and scream. The side of her face was still red and stung painfully. She tucked a strand of her brownish- reddish hair behind an ear and continued to pick out potatoes. Finally, the bucket was filled to the rim and Raine started to walk up the stairs of the cellar. She walked out into the bright sunshine, blinking. Raine set down the wooden bucket and closed the trapdoors and padlocking them. Then, she picked up the bucket again and went around the house, to the garden. There was a small stool there and a metal basin. Placing the bucket by the stool, she sat down and started peeling the potatoes. Raine took a long time peeling them. After she was done, she went back into her house through the back door. She started cooking breakfast.
She set the table and was about to call her parents to breakfast, but was saved the trouble because her mom waddled in, followed by her father. The strong stench of alcohol followed them in, making Raine wrinkled her nose in disgust. They sat down at the table and started to eat without thanking her. Raine didn't mind, she was used to this treatment. Better than being beat and thrown against walls. She unconsciously touched the side of her face. The sting was gone, but she could still feel the burn of her father's hand. Raine took her plate and left the room.
Closing the door of her room behind her, she sighed with relief. Then, she sat down on the floor and began to eat. She finished quickly and pushed her plate off to the side. She looked around her room.
It was a small room, with wooden walls and a mattress filled with straw and sheep wool piled on it. She didn't have many clothes, and the few were piled neatly in the corner of the room. A wooden box lying by her bed held all her precious belongings. The walls of her room were bare, but a cracked mirror hung from a nail. She walked towards it and peered at the reflection.
A young woman of 17 looked back at her. Her hair was brown with red strands here and there. Raine remembered dimly that it used to be black, but all the working in the sun must've bleached it. Raine had pulled it up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way, but some strands were falling out. She wore leather boots and was clad in dark red, but the clothing was threadbare and she didn't have many clothes. One of the sleeves had a tear from her wrist, to the elbow.
Raine was extraordinarily beautiful, but she didn't believe it. In fact, she thought she was hideous. She was actually far, far from that. Her skin was always pale and not one blemish could be seen. Her eyes were forest green and when she was angry, she had a glare that could melt you on the spot.
Raine sighed and sat down at her bed. She didn't have any friends and adults in the kingdom Wizsengard, where she lived, ignored her. She knew why. She looked strange, from her pointy ears, to the strange birthmark on her right forearm. It was a symbol of some sort, but she didn't know it. Raine's thoughts started to wander and she found herself thinking about a strange dream that happened three nights ago.
The dream was really odd. It was like many visions and scenes flashing before her eyes. First, there was a sword glinting in the moonlight, than trees. After that, a series of scenes flashed by, some too fast to see. She remembered vaguely that there was also a bow and arrow, chains, and then it was over. The last thing she saw before she woke up was the symbol on her arm, floating in blackness and a soft, mystical voice whispering, "Your name is Raine..." Then she had woke up. Since that dream, she had called herself Raine in her mind. Raine lay there for a long time, then, she fell into a deep sleep.
Taja wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a sigh of exhaustion. It was a blistering hot day and she was still outside laboring for only a few gold coins. She continued cutting the grass with her shears.
Taja was a good-natured girl of 17 and had brownish hair that used to be black. Years of working in the sun had turned her midnight colored hair a lighter color. She was beautiful, her forest green eyes always twinkling like she was happy. A smile always lit her features and it rarely left her face. Her skin was pale, and the other gardeners who worked with her thought that she glowed at times. Her ears were pointy, but not many know that because she always had a hat on when she worked. But that wasn't the strangest characteristic that she had. Taja had markings on her right forearm. She often examined it when she was alone, wondering what it meant, but never drawing close to the answer.
Taja was a diligent worker and worked her hardest, but sometimes she caught her thoughts straying from her work. This only happened when she had other things to think about and Taja currently had something to ponder.
A few nights ago, she guessed three, she had a strange dream. There was a small dagger, a forest, and a bridge. Then, the markings on her shoulder was hovering before her eyes and there was an eerie voice saying, "Taja, come..." Taja didn't have a name, the people she lived with just called her "Girl" and the people who gave her work called her by, "Gardener." So naturally, she guessed that that was name and it probably came from an old reminiscence that she didn't quite remember.
Taja was brought back to reality suddenly and it took her a while to realize that someone was calling her. "Hey you! Are you done yet?" She nodded, pulling her cap down to shield her face from the burning sun. "Well, don't dawdle! I won't have strangers walking in my garden for no reason." Taja sighed. Another hard day was over and was time to head home.
Isabel wiped the window with a rag, making sure to get all the places. Her hair was tied back with an old black ribbon and her clothes were covered with cinders and were ripped in some places. She never wore sleeveless shirts because her mother said that "too much skin was exposed" and that it was "barbaric." Her mother also ordered her not to wear these clothes to hide those "unearthly markings" on her arm. Isabel's hair was pitch black. Her skin was pale, but she thought that that was because she hardly set foot outside. One of the only times she ever went out was to do an errand for her sisters and mother. Today, she had the house to herself because her family went out to another party at a friend's, leaving her alone as usual.
Isabel didn't mind. In fact, she was happy to have the house to herself and not to be ordered around. But despite them not being home, Isabel still had work to do. Her mother expected the house to be sparking clean by the time they got back. Her sisters also left her a lot of clothes to be washed on their beds. Isabel blew a stray hair out of her eyes and wringed out the rag she was using for cleaning. It was the last window to clean, but she still had to tidy up her sisters' rooms and wash their clothes. Other girls would have lost their tempers by now, but Isabel was a patient and as kindhearted as she was beautiful. She finished the windows and went to finish her other tasks.
Greta's room was, as usual, messy and smelled like moldy cheese. Isabel walked into the room, her nose wrinkled and trying to breathe through her mouth. Surveying the room, she predicted it would take her an hour before she could get through the pigsty. Then, she had to work on Amelia's room, which smelled like perfumes and had lace everywhere. Isabel started working.
By the end of the day, Isabel was exhausted. It was starting to get dark out and her mother and sisters would be getting back soon. She stood by the door waiting. Sure enough, the sound of a carriage rolled up the street and the sounds of her sisters' bickering drew closer to the door. Isabel opened the door and in walked her mother, looking evil and more sinister as ever and then Amelia, as tall and skinny as a pole, and Greta, waddling in. They threw their coats at Isabel as if she was nothing but a coat rack, but Isabel caught the jackets covered with ribbons and frills. She closed the door behind them and followed them.