Okay I hated my other story so I'm gonna give it up for a while. Maybe this
one will be a slight improvement.
ACCALIA
"Night Mommy." The little girl lay in her bed lined with frills. Her Mother smiled down at her with shimmering brown eyes that glimmered in the candlelight. "Night sweets." She stroked back her daughters brown hair and smiled. "Sweet dreams to you." She, the mother, had brown hair and a face that seemed to be older than she really was. Her rough years showed like she wore a sign saying "I'm tired of life, but I still go on." Tattered apron reflected that sign. Her little girl, on the other hand, looked as if someone had a doll come to life. Brown eyes and her pale face made them stand out bizarrely almost as if they where starring into your soul.
"I'll see you in the morning." She patted her on the head and blew out the candle. With a smile she quietly stepped out the door. It closed with a small squeak and clicked when the knob turned back to the original position. A man walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders softly. "How is she doing? Is she asleep?" He asked. He had black hair and a face that, if you turned back time ten years, would look pretty hansom. Lines begin to show on the forehead with age from worry and stress. The life seemed to be drained from him with each passing day.
"Well. She will be sleeping soon." She whispered. She turned and smiled gazing into his eyes. He smiled back with a soft, relaxed smile.
Then a loud bang followed by the sound of wood exploding. Instantly survival mode kicked in. "Cannons! Wake Accalia!" The Mother burst the door open and shook Accalia. "Honey listen to me. Get under your bed and don't come out no matter what you hear. Do you understand me?" She nodded and began to crawl under her bed when she heard the front door burst open. "Get out! I said get out!"
"What are you going to do about it old man?!" A gunshot was heard when her Mother came rushing out. A second one rang threw the house followed by a loud thud. More cannon and gunfire was outside. Accalia closed her eyes remembering what her mother had said tears streaming from fear. Men were heard taking whatever they could came in and out of rooms. One man can into her room and took her jewelry box that sat on the table at the edge of her bed.
She waited under the bed for what seemed like hours and eventually gunshots and cannons stopped firing. Now a new noise came from outside. Crying. "Mommy..." She whispered slowly crawling out from under the bed. Her door was thorn off its hinges and was lying on the floor. Her cloths where thrown about the room and her dolls along with the jewelry box was gone. She walked out into the hall where she saw the same thing. Items thrown about on the floor that where no use to the people who came to her house. "Mommy..." She said once more, hoping for an answer. She sniffed thinking of what could have happened to them. "She turned the corner to the front door and she fell to her knees. "MOMMY!" Lying on the floor where her parents with a gunshot to the head. Accalia buried her face in her mom's shoulder and bawled her eyes out.
"MOMMY! MOMMY NO MOMMY!" A man just had walked in and sat next to her pulling her away.
"NO! NO! LET ME GO! MOMMY! LET ME GO! NO!"
The man just pulled her back and held her head letting her cry in his shoulder. "She's gone! She's not coming back! Let it out. Cry for her." The man had gray hair, some darker than the others, with a blacksmiths apron and leather boots. His face seemed kind like he was a father before, but suffered much. Accalia just cried and cried until she fell asleep. The man picked her up and carried her out. Where a few people meeted them. Friends of the family came up to her. They pitied the child and mourned for the loss of her two parents. "Poor child. Where will she go?"
"I can't take her," A man said, "I have five other children to feed. Leave me out of this."
Everyone stood there gazing at the child's face. Just lost in sorrow. Some began to breakdown and cry and others just left. A woman and a man stepped forth and looked at Accalia. "We have been trying to have a child of our own... If it wouldn't be too much trouble... we... could take her." The man looked at the child and at the two people who asked for this child. He gently handed her over in the woman's arms and stepped away. "Take care of her. She's been threw enough." They nodded and walked off to their home. "Accalia... I promise to never let anything to happen to you."
Accalia slept well that night, maybe even forgetting that her parents had died from sea folk, but I doubt it. And this is how it all started.
ACCALIA
So... was this one ok so far? It is just the beginning, but hey you'll find out more when the next chapter comes out. Maybe sometime this week. In the mean time find something to entertain yourself.
ACCALIA
"Night Mommy." The little girl lay in her bed lined with frills. Her Mother smiled down at her with shimmering brown eyes that glimmered in the candlelight. "Night sweets." She stroked back her daughters brown hair and smiled. "Sweet dreams to you." She, the mother, had brown hair and a face that seemed to be older than she really was. Her rough years showed like she wore a sign saying "I'm tired of life, but I still go on." Tattered apron reflected that sign. Her little girl, on the other hand, looked as if someone had a doll come to life. Brown eyes and her pale face made them stand out bizarrely almost as if they where starring into your soul.
"I'll see you in the morning." She patted her on the head and blew out the candle. With a smile she quietly stepped out the door. It closed with a small squeak and clicked when the knob turned back to the original position. A man walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders softly. "How is she doing? Is she asleep?" He asked. He had black hair and a face that, if you turned back time ten years, would look pretty hansom. Lines begin to show on the forehead with age from worry and stress. The life seemed to be drained from him with each passing day.
"Well. She will be sleeping soon." She whispered. She turned and smiled gazing into his eyes. He smiled back with a soft, relaxed smile.
Then a loud bang followed by the sound of wood exploding. Instantly survival mode kicked in. "Cannons! Wake Accalia!" The Mother burst the door open and shook Accalia. "Honey listen to me. Get under your bed and don't come out no matter what you hear. Do you understand me?" She nodded and began to crawl under her bed when she heard the front door burst open. "Get out! I said get out!"
"What are you going to do about it old man?!" A gunshot was heard when her Mother came rushing out. A second one rang threw the house followed by a loud thud. More cannon and gunfire was outside. Accalia closed her eyes remembering what her mother had said tears streaming from fear. Men were heard taking whatever they could came in and out of rooms. One man can into her room and took her jewelry box that sat on the table at the edge of her bed.
She waited under the bed for what seemed like hours and eventually gunshots and cannons stopped firing. Now a new noise came from outside. Crying. "Mommy..." She whispered slowly crawling out from under the bed. Her door was thorn off its hinges and was lying on the floor. Her cloths where thrown about the room and her dolls along with the jewelry box was gone. She walked out into the hall where she saw the same thing. Items thrown about on the floor that where no use to the people who came to her house. "Mommy..." She said once more, hoping for an answer. She sniffed thinking of what could have happened to them. "She turned the corner to the front door and she fell to her knees. "MOMMY!" Lying on the floor where her parents with a gunshot to the head. Accalia buried her face in her mom's shoulder and bawled her eyes out.
"MOMMY! MOMMY NO MOMMY!" A man just had walked in and sat next to her pulling her away.
"NO! NO! LET ME GO! MOMMY! LET ME GO! NO!"
The man just pulled her back and held her head letting her cry in his shoulder. "She's gone! She's not coming back! Let it out. Cry for her." The man had gray hair, some darker than the others, with a blacksmiths apron and leather boots. His face seemed kind like he was a father before, but suffered much. Accalia just cried and cried until she fell asleep. The man picked her up and carried her out. Where a few people meeted them. Friends of the family came up to her. They pitied the child and mourned for the loss of her two parents. "Poor child. Where will she go?"
"I can't take her," A man said, "I have five other children to feed. Leave me out of this."
Everyone stood there gazing at the child's face. Just lost in sorrow. Some began to breakdown and cry and others just left. A woman and a man stepped forth and looked at Accalia. "We have been trying to have a child of our own... If it wouldn't be too much trouble... we... could take her." The man looked at the child and at the two people who asked for this child. He gently handed her over in the woman's arms and stepped away. "Take care of her. She's been threw enough." They nodded and walked off to their home. "Accalia... I promise to never let anything to happen to you."
Accalia slept well that night, maybe even forgetting that her parents had died from sea folk, but I doubt it. And this is how it all started.
ACCALIA
So... was this one ok so far? It is just the beginning, but hey you'll find out more when the next chapter comes out. Maybe sometime this week. In the mean time find something to entertain yourself.