Hello again, FT readers. Now I know what you're thinking. "What's with all of these new FT stories? You should be working on your SE story and Journey of a Scarred Light!" Here's the honest truth. I'm pretty much done with the new FT chapter and I'm just trying to figure out the ending for it. As for my SE one, I'm less than half way through the new chapter. So I'll probably have the new FT chapter up later today. Anyways, I'll explain what this story's about in the next chapter.
The Melody's Lullaby
Prologue: A Lonely Past
"I don't want to be here anymore… I want to come out… I want to come out!" a little girl cried out, tears rolling down her face. She was in a room. A small room with white walls, dark wood floor, and a narrow oak door that only had a keyhole but no knob. The only things placed in the room was a bed with a blank sheet and a thin pillow. The bed was bolted down to the floor. On the wall facing the north was a window, large enough to jump through but it had bars to prevent anyone from coming in or out. The child continued to cry tears of sadness. "I… I don't… I DON'T WANT TO LIVE THE REST OF MY LIFE THIS WAY!" The child was afraid and confused. But soon, that child won't exist. That small, fragile, frightened girl won't exist anymore but in her place an aristocrat that doesn't know what love is or has ever felt it will exist.
The girl will live a loveless life.
The aristocrat will live to survive a life of freedom.
The child will solely live to escape from her previous life.
5 years later
She ran away. She cut through the bars on the window by using the knives she was given to eat with. Five years' worth of cutting had paid off. Her parents still didn't notice that she had escaped. But she needed a huge head start to get away. Every second counted. After running for what seemed like hours, she found the train station. While no one was looking, she got on, heading towards the very back. Once the train left the station, she went outside to the balcony at the back. After the small town had left her sight, she decided to rid herself of her past. She bundled up her hair and cut her long hair with a piece of glass she found earlier. She released the cut strands into the wind, symbolizing her new beginning.
She was not imprisoned anymore.
She was not in solitude anymore.
She is a wanderer.
She is free.
I know. REALLY, REALLY short chapter but it is pretty good (I think). Anyways, this will only be updated when I have no inspiration for any of my stories, I am completely bored to death, and there is nothing else to do. In other words, I won't get to the next the chapter for this for awhile. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this!
PS the perspective will be different next chapter