Okay so I know I said I would be updating on Saturday's but since it's a snow day and I'm out of school I decided I would put this story up. I will also put up a new chapter tomorrow. I hope you like it and if you haven't read my other story called 'Found' please do. Thanks for reading. :-D
Runaway Princess-Chapter 1:WHAT?
"Miss Isabella"
I turned around to see my personal servant, Adriana, "Yes?"
"Your mother would like a word with you" she said.
"Ok. Thank you, Adriana." I said as I stood from place on my bed. As I walked down the hall I wondered what my mother could want. Hi, my name is Isabella Volturi and I am the princess of Volterra. I had just turned seventeen last week. My hair was brown and reached mid-calf. My eyes were a pink lavender color, which was the indication that I was very powerful, the most powerful of my kind, even more so than my parents. I was different from the rest of my family. I was one of the only members of my family that wasn't a full god/goddess other than my mother. My uncle Aro and my half uncles Marcus and Caius were once full gods but they were turned into vampires by their wives. It made them more powerful, and it all went to their heads. Uncle Aro was sure because of all of his new power he would be chosen for the throne over my father, but when the time came for my grandfather to choose he still picked my father, Charles, because even though Aro was more powerful, my father was still the eldest son and he had to keep the tradition. Aro was infuriated and left Volterra promising to return and take back what was rightfully his, but that was at least three thousand years ago. I had never seen them in person before, but I had seen pictures and heard stories.
I was the only one here that wasn't at least one thousand years old. Even though everyone did age, it was a very slow process. I was more like a human when it came to my aging. I was a mixture of a lot of things thanks to my mom. She was five percent elf, five percent fairy, five percent pixie, fifteen percent angel, twenty percent Xenhua, and fifty percent goddess.
"Mother?" I said as I knocked on the door to my mother's study.
"Yes. I'm in here Isabella." she said. I pushed the door open and saw her sitting on the couch with her eyes closed. My mother, Renee, was the daughter of Aphrodite, so of course she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in person, other than my grandmother of course. She had reddish brown hair that came just below her waist and ice blue eyes.
"What's the matter mother?" I asked her.
She opened her eyes and looked at me for a second before grabbing me into a very tight hug. She held me there for a few minutes before she pulled back. "Isabella your father is very sick. I don't know what to do." She cried.
I didn't know what to think. How could he get sick anyway, HE'S A GOD FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, how do gods get sick? "How could he be sick?" I asked. I was really curious.
"I don't know, he just is. He might die Isabella." She said as more tears fell from her eyes.
"How long?" I asked as tears started forming in my eyes.
"A year maybe two" she sobbed.
