Okey dokey, here is chapter 1 of Fair Flowers Never Fade. And I have also put up chapter 2, as this one is so short.
This is a bit of an experiment, I have to admit. I expect, by the time a few more chapters are posted, people will be thinking "Oh, its one of *those* stories." You'll soon find out what I mean once I post more chapters.
So, please read, review, and enjoy! ^_^
~Lainfaer~
Fair Flowers Never Fade.
Chapter 1: Dear Diary.
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Dear Diary,
Today has been a typical day. Mother has been her usual bossy self, father has been getting drunk, (as is usual for him), and Alonia has been awful to me, (as always). Why do they all hate me? I don't understand. Well, I do in one respect. I am a freak. And there is no hiding from it.
Ever since the day they found me, 15 years ago, everyone has despised me. But what I really don't understand, is why they even took me in in the first place. If they hate me that much. I was a small child, only three years of age when I was found wandering the streets of this God-forsaken village, covered in dirt and blood, and crying for my mother. Terena and Aronuel took me in, fed me, cleaned me, and have brought me up as their own. Yet even they regard me as abnormal.
I am not like other humans. I do not know what I am exactly. I seem to be taller than every other woman my age, and fairer of face. Not that I am boasting, but it is they who have said it. The people that hate me. They admit that they are jealous of my beauty. My hair is so soft and fine, almost like silk to the touch. It is light brown, and reaches down to the middle of my back, and is naturally wavy. I do not suffer from spots or blemishes like they do. My skin remains peachy-soft and clear. My eyes are a startling crystal blue, and my senses are extremely…well, sensitive. My sight is incredible-I cannot describe it.
I can hear everything, from the gentle rusting of autumn leaves on the trees, to the pattering of mice feet in the basement beneath our house. Talking about my hearing brings me back to my ears. Whereas everyone else has perfectly normal rounded ears, mine are pointed. I manage to hide them under my hair most of the time, but sometimes they have to be on show. People whisper and point, but I have learnt to not let it get to me. I guess I am what I am, and there can be no helping that.
Oh, I have to go now; mother is calling for me. She wants me to go to market. Great, I have to suffer the torment and humiliation of points and whispers. Oh well. Be back later dear diary.
Beinlóth.
So, that's the introduction done. Are you starting to see what I mean by one of *those* stories? Please read on to chapter 2 and review. ^_^
~Lainfaer~